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calling to my aid some greater power than man to pronounce her greatness. Our Country! There she stands, and there she must stand, the idol of every American citizen,-the blazing beacon whose radiant light shall shine to illuminate the world, giving in its brightness a lasting tribute to the worth of the Washingtons and the Jeffersons, whose hands, guided by unerring judgment and wisdom, first placed it where it now stands, as a bright planet amid the nations of the world. Let us be true to it, and to ourselves. He was proud to be called a son of little Rhode Island. How shines she now, as one of the brightest stars in that galaxy; and a star, too, that shall never wane, while it can borrow light from the patriotism of her sons. It fills my heart with joy, this morning, as I listen to the kind expressions of sympathy from these noble sons of Hawaii nei, gathered around my board. Gentlemen, they feel the sacred nature of this day; and I assure you, that the President of the United States, could he look in upon us, and hear from their lips those kindly sentiments, would take fresh ardor for the duties before him, and feel himself indeed the cynosure of the remote nations of the earth. Gentlemen, I cannot better close, than by quoting the words of that gifted statesman, who now sleeps in his grave-" Liberty and Union, one and inseparable, now and forever."

their willingness to engage in the service of the United States; and Capt. Spencer being called to the chair, the following preamble and resolutions were adopted :

"PREAMBLE.-We, the undersigned, do hereby form ourselves into an association under the name and style of the 'SPENCER INVINCIBLES,' and, for the good government thereof, have adopted a Constitution and By-Laws, for the support of which we mutually pledge ourselves.

"Resolved, That we, having heard of the rebellion in the United States of America, and being desirous to assist the President in quelling it, do hereby tender our services to him, and will hold ourselves in readiness to depart for the United States immediately upon the first requisition.

"Resolved, That the motto of this company shall be that of Andrew Jackson- The Union, it must and shall be preserved.'

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Resolved, That we do not feel, that by this act we shall lessen or abate the allegiance which we hold to our king, or in any other way prove recreant to our country." [Signed by forty names.]

The balloting for officers was most spirited, and I am happy to say that Capt. Thomas Spencer was selected to fill the arduous duties of Captain, whilst the office of 1st Lieutenant fell upon the former very devoted Orderly-Sergeant of the Honolulu Rifles.

At sunset, the gun was again trundled to the beach bank, and thirty-four more loud salvos disturbed the water-fowl of the beautiful Byron's Bay, during which the bunting was gathered, while the many loud hurrahs of the departing "lookers-on in Venice" evinced the satisfaction with which they had spent the fourth day of July, 1861, in Hilo. Yours truly,

KALANIOPUU.

Here followed numerous other addresses by gentlemen present, one of which, by an Hawaiian youth, a translation of which I will give you :-" My love to you all. I am but an humble native of the soil upon which we stand, and do not feel that I can do this occasion the justice which my foreign friends are more competent to do. Here is my thought. I have, in the course of my life, witnessed many feasts given in honor of that thing, and this thing, but it has never before been my lot to feel as I now feel. I feel as if I were an American. I sympathize with the-Honolulu (Hawaiian Islands) Commercial Adv., July 22 Northern States of America; and although my heart is heavy at the sight of brothers warring with each other, yet I am anxious that right should prevail; and what harm is it if a few thousand fall in establishing the rights of so great and good a Government as that of the United States of America? The United States have ever protected this little land of my birth. I will close by giving you a sentiment in answer to that given in honor of my own King and Queen-E mau ka weloana a ka hae Amerika'-sands of pistols, have been smuggled under the cover 'Long wave the American flag.'"

The remarks of the speaker were received with deafening cheers, and after "three times three" for "Old Abe," and the same number for the King and Queen of these islands, the company separated, bound together by a new tie.

At 12 M., the brass piece was made to speak out 34 more echoes of loyalty, and I will say that Hilo beach never before witnessed so enthusiastic a scene. What, with the flags of all nations hanging from the cocoanut trees and flag-staffs, the wreathing smoke of the cannon, the jubilant shouts of the multitudes-all served to form a very pleasing assurance that Hilo, the paradise of Hawaii, was not without its "smart sprinkling" of that genus homo, the "live Yankee." The salutes being over, a meeting was held at the store of Capt. Thos. Spencer, to take into consideration the propriety of organizing an auxiliary corps of Hawaiians, who should hold themselves in readiness to proceed to the seat of war immediately upon the first call of their services from the President of the United States. The object of the meeting had hardly been stated, before some forty Hawaiians signified

FEMALE REBELS-HOW TO MANAGE THEM.-The Louisville Courier is very pathetic in speaking of a little paragraph of ours, wherein we stated that crino. line contains many a contraband article, and advised the detectives to be on the look-out. Sturdy patriot. ism, however, is getting to be proof against sickly pathos. It is notorious that hundreds, if not thou

of crinoline into the Southern Confederacy, for the killing of citizens of the United States, and the thing should be stopped. Our neighbor appears to think that the only way to prevent contrabands from being smuggled under ladies' dresses, is to employ the great "he creatures" to search the blushing innocents. He is a greenhorn. Doesn't he know with what deli. cacy, and yet how effectively, these things are managed in foreign ports? If a woman, carrying under her dress deadly weapons to be used by rebels against our people, blushes at being examined in a private room by another woman, let her blush. Better that her blood should mount to her face, than that the blood of our countrymen should be shed through her crime. Smuggling pistols under female hoops is not a legitimate mode of hooping barrels.-Louisville Journal.

WHEN Colonel Davies, of the Sixteenth New York Regiment, was marching through Baltimore, without drums, some of the lookers-on sneeringly asked, "Where's your music?" "In our cartridge boxes," said the grim Colonel.-Phila. Press, July 11.

FREEDOM'S BANNER.

God of Nations! hear the vow
Which we offer to Thee now.
Never! while an arm can save,
Or one heart beats true and brave,
Shall this Banner of the Free
Be the shroud of Liberty.

We'll defend thee! We'll defend thee!
Defend thee to the death,
Nor ask why, but do or die.
Aye! defend thee to the death.

Star-emblazoned! Rainbow-hued!
By the tears of widows dewed,
By the lives of patriots won,
By the deeds of valor done,
By the blood that heroes shed,

Who are now our sacred dead,

We'll defend thee! We'll defend thee!
Defend thee to the death,
Nor ask why, but do or die.
Aye! defend thee to the death.

By the deathless laurels won
On the field of Lexington,
By the bleeding limbs that froze
'Mid the Valley Forge's snows,
By such glorious battle scenes
As illumined New Orleans,

We'll defend thee! We'll defend thee!
Defend thee to the death,
Nor ask why, but do or die.
Aye! defend thee to the death.

From the invaders' iron heel,
From the rebels' lifted steel,
From the hand that e'er should dare
Off thine azure pluck one star,
Or would ever seek to wipe
From thy glorious folds a stripe,
We'll defend thee! We'll defend thee!
Defend thee to the death,
Nor ask why, but do or die.
Aye! defend thee to the death.

For the graves of valiant sires,
For our hearthstones and our fires,
For our children and our wives,
With our honor and our lives,
For our land by freemen trod,
For the the altars of our God,

We'll defend thee! We'll defend thee!
Defend thee to the death,
Nor ask why, but do or die.
Aye! defend thee to the death.

-Louisville Journal.

AN ODE FOR THE UNION.

BY R. D. C.

No shorn republic name to me!
No! No Confed'racy I crave
Save this, which, when we first were free,
Our great and wise forefathers gave.
Away the wild, delusive thought,
A gift like this should prove for naught!

'Twas for no slight and transient grief
In council met that patriot band;

But long they bore; in vain relief

They sought from "dear Old Mother-land," Ere schemes of Independence laid, And gained it, after, by the blade.

'Twas for no small, contracted State,

At Lexington that first blood flowed,— At Valley Forge that shoeless feet

Distained with gore the snows they trod; And that on Camden's burning plain Brave hearts withstood the iron rain.

Shame not the mem'ries of the men! 'Twas not for this that Henry spoke,Grasped Jefferson his cunning pen,

And Washington his falchion took; That seven long years our grandsires bore The fortunes of a doubtful war.

'Twas that one glorious ensign still

Should o'er one wide Republic wave, Whose deeds of peace the world should fillOne nation, generous, just, and brave. 'Twas for one Empire of the Free, From Erie to the Southern Sea.

Scorn not the work our fathers wrought!
In Hist'ry yet the noblest deed;
Vex not their spirits with the thought
In vain for us they rushed to bleed:
No relics of the hard-won field,
But severed flag and broken shield.

Ho, brother foes! in th' Union's tree
Divide ye not your hearts in twain!
Say what the grief that could not be

Healed in those ancient bonds again? Our worthies from the ground cry, “None! Go back! go back! and still be ONE!"

Away the foul rebellious hand

That could the Union e'er destroy! If needed that it aye should stand,

O God! who would not die with joy? Who would not deem his death sublime, Such boon to save to after-time?

No shorn republic name to me!

No! No Confed'racy I crave Save this, which, when we first were free, Our great and wise forefathers gave. Away the wild, delusive thought,

A gift like this should prove for naught!

OUR COUNTRY AND HER FLAG. BY FRANCIS LIEBER, LL.D. We do not hate our enemyMay God deal gently with us all! We love our land; we fight her foeWe hate his cause, and that must fall.

Our Country! Oh, that goodly land!

Our noble country, whole and hale! We'll love her, live for her, or dieTo fall for her is not to fail.

Our Flag! The Red denotes the blood

We gladly pledge; the snowy White

Means purity and solemn truth,
Unsullied justice, sacred right.

Its Blue, the sea we love to plough,
That laves the Heaven-united Land,
Between the old and older world,

From strand, o'er mount and stream, to strand.

The Blue reflects the crowded stars,
Bright Union-emblem of the free;
Come, every one, and let it wave,
That floating piece of poetry.

Our fathers came and planted fields,
And manly law, and schools, and truth;
They planted Self-Rule-we will guard
By word and sword, in age and youth.
Broad Freedom came along with them,
On History's ever-widening wings;
Our blessing this, our task and toil,

For "arduous are all noble things."

Then sing and shout for our free land, For glorious FREELAND'S victory! Pray that, in turmoil and in peace, FREELAND our land may ever be.

THE UNION.

BY E. L. MANTER.

Bright Constellation! How the world's lorn hope, Through groaning centuries tossed so wearily On the heaving waters of Oppression's sea, Joyed at thy rising! Shall she, weeping, grope In gloom again-thy glory dimmed and rent

By traitors? No. The mighty North hath sworn That from thy glory-clustered firmament

A single beaming star shall ne'er be torn. Even now that vow on History's brightest page Is writ in patriot blood; and every age

That Time henceforth shall add unto the vast Wide-circling dome that spans the mighty past, Shall glow more brightly for the earnest vow We breathe into the ear of Heaven now.

AD POETAS.

BY GEORGE H. BOKER.

O brother bards, why stand ye silent all,
Amidst these days of noble strife,

While drum and fife, and the fierce trumpet-call,
Awake the land to life?

Now is the time, if ever time there was,
To strike aloud the sounding lyre,
To touch the heroes of our holy cause
Heart-deep with ancient fire.

"Tis not for all, like Norman Taillefere,
To sing before the warlike horde
Our fathers' glories, the great trust we bear,
And strike with harp and sword.

Nor yet to frame a lay whose moving rhyme Shall flow in music North and South, And fill with passion, till the end of time, The nation's choral mouth.

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Yet surely, while our country rocks and reels, Your sweetly-warbled olden strains Would mitigate the deadly shock she feels, And soothe her in her pains.

Some knight of old romance, in full career, Heard o'er his head the sky-lark sing, And pausing, leaned upon his bloody spear, Lost in that simple thing.

If by your songs no heroes shall be made To look death boldly eye to eye, They may glide gently to the martyr's aid When he lies down to die.

And many a soldier, on his gory bed,

May turn himself, with lessened pain, And bless you for the tender words you said, Now singing in his brain.

So ye, who hold your breath amidst the fight,
Be to your sacred calling true;
Sing on! the far result is not in sight
Of the great good ye do.

THE SONS OF OLD LUZERNE.
BY M. L. T. HARTMAN.

All honor to our Luzerne boys,

Who volunteered to save our land! Who left kind friends and fireside joys, To join the patriotic band.

When freedom's blast was issued forth
From our Republic's capitol,
And woke the millions of the North

To answer to their country's call

Then Luzerne's noble sons it found,

Immersed in trade; in works of skill; In the deep mines; in lore profound; In pleading law, for others' will;

In farming, too, were many more, Each busy in his peaceful home, Who ne'er had taken thought before, That soldier he should e'er become.

But when our country, in her need, Proclaimed that treason must be crushed, The Luzerne patriot sons gave heed,

And forth, to offer help, they rushed.

Each branch of trade sent forth her men,
Our Laws and Liberties to save;
Merchants and Miners, equal then,
Ploughmen and Printers, all were brave.

The Lawyer left his client's cause;
The Student laid his book aside;
Mechanics, to support our laws,

Went forth in honest, patriot pride.

Mothers and sisters said "Good-bye,” And bade them ne'er to treason bend; And wives, though with a tearful eye, Said, "Go, our Union's flag defend."

Our noble braves we love and bless;

We think of them with glowing pride;

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STRIKING PROOF OF PUBLIC CONFIDENCE.-We have seen nothing which has so strikingly displayed public confidence in the Government and its financial administration, in the great struggle in which it is embarked for the Union and the Constitution, as the promptness with which the sum of five million dollars was advanced to the Secretary of the Treasury in New York on Tuesday last, in response to a call for that sum-on such liberal terms, too, in the face of the great loan of two hundred and fifty millions about to be authorized by Congress.

It was after business hours on Monday, the 8th inst., that Secretary Chase sent the following telegraphic despatch to the Assistant Treasurer at New

York:

TREASURY DEPARTMENT, July 8, 1861.

John J. Cisco, New York, will issue six per cent. Treasury Notes at sixty days, to amount of five million dollars for five millions in coin. Please make arrangements forthwith.

S. P. CHASE.

The despatch was received the following morning, and Mr. Cisco immediately called a meeting of the leading Bank officers and started a subscription, and before the close of business hours of the same day, the following despatches were sent to the Secretary, and reached Washington before he had left the Department for dinner :

NEW YORK, July 9, 1861. TO HON. S. P. CHASE, Secretary of the Treasury: I have obtained the subscription for the entire

amount of five millions. Over three millions have already been paid in. JOHN J. CISCO.

NEW YORK, July 9, 1861.

S. P. CHASE, Secretary of the Treasury:
The five millions are secured.

JOHN A. STEVENS,
President of the Bank of Commerce.

We doubt whether the history of the Department shows an instance of similar despatch in negotiations. -National Intelligencer, July 10.

THE REBELS' BOMBS.-A correspondent of the Troy (N. Y.) Times says:-" Among the instruments of death fired at our forces from the enemy's rifled cannon at the battle of Great Bethel, was a large percussion shell of a new pattern, which failed to explode, and was borne from the field by our forces as a trophy of war. It was kept for some time at Camp Hamilton, and finally sent as a present to Wm. E. Hagan, of this city. Its outside appearance has already been described in the papers. Of course, it was supposed to be filled with combustibles, and spectators gazed on it with that kind of awe inspired by chained tigers, or high-pressure steam-engines.

"But it was determined to solve the mystery, and the shell was sent to the United States Arsenal, for the purpose of having a hari kari Japanese process performed upon it, and thus ascertain the contents, just as we open a book for the same purpose. The

arsenal employees approached the dangerous plaything with some trepidation, and performed the unscrewing of the percussion tip with fear and trembling. Carefully they proceeded, and slowly the outer wrappers of the missile came off. And then came a surprise, and then ensued a laugh. The dangerous shell that was to have burst with such terrible effect, was found to be filled with rice. There was a sufficiency of the Southern staple in the shell to furnish seed for a plantation. If all the other shells thrown by the valiant Confederate forces are filled with a similarly harmless explosive,' they will not do much execution, except on a direct fire. Our soldiers should be informed of this discovery."

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ADVENTURE OF A SPY.-"I have lately returned from the South, but my exact whereabouts in that region, for obvious reasons, it would not be politic to state. Suspected of being a Northerner, it was often my advantage to court obscurity. Known as a spy, vented the blotting of this paper. a short shrift' and a ready rope would have preHanging, disguised, on the outskirts of a camp, mixing with its idlers, laughing at their jokes, examining their arms, counting their numbers, endeavoring to discover the plans of their leaders, listening to this party and pursuing that, joining in the chorus of a rebel song, betting on rebel success, cursing Abolitionism, reviling Lincoln, traducing Scott, extolling Gen. Beauregard, despising Northern fighters, laughing at their tactics and sneering at their weapons, praising the beauty of Southern belles and decrying that of Northern, calling New York a den of cut-throats, and New Orleans a paradise of immaculate chivalry, is but a small portion of the practice of my profession as a spy. This may not seem honorable nor desirable. As to the honor, let the country that benefits by the investigations and warnings of the spy be judge; and the danger, often incurred, is more serious and personal than that of the battle-field, which may, perhaps, detract from its desirability.

"It was a dark night. Not a star on the glimmer. I had collected my quotum of intelligence, and was on the move for the Northern lines. I was approaching the banks of a stream whose waters I had to cross, and had then some miles to traverse before I could reach the pickets of our gallant troops. A feeling of uneasiness began to creep over me; I was on the outskirt of a wood fringing the dark waters at my feet, whose presence could scarcely be detected but for their sullen murmurs as they rushed through the gloom. The wind sighed in gentle accordance. I walked forty or fifty yards along the bank. I then crept on all-fours along the ground, and groped with my hands. I paused-I groped again-my breath thickened, perspiration oozed from me at every pore, and I was prostrated with horror! I had missed my landmark, and knew not where I was. Below or above, beneath the shelter of the bank, lay the skiff I had hidden ten days before, when I commenced my operations among the followers of Jeff. Davis.

"As I stood gasping for breath, with all the unmistakable proofs of my calling about me, the sudden cry of a bird or plunging of a fish would act like magnetism on my frame, not wont to shudder at a shadow. No matter how pressing the danger may be, if a man sees an opportunity for escape, he breathes with freedom. But let him be surrounded by darkness, impenetrable at two yards' distance, within rifle's length of concealed foes, for what knowledge he has to the contrary; knowing, too,

with painful accuracy, the detection of his presence would reward him with a sudden and violent death, and if he breathes no faster, and feels his limbs as free and his spirits as light as when taking a favorite promenade, he is more fitted for a hero than I am. "In the agony of that moment-in the sudden and utter helplessness I felt to discover my true bearings -I was about to let myself gently into the stream, and breast its current, for life and death. There was no alternative. The Northern pickets must be reached in safety before the morning broke, or I should soon swing between heaven and earth, from some green limb of the black forest in which I stood.

"At that moment the low, sullen bay of a bloodhound struck my ear. The sound was reviving-the fearful stillness broken. The uncertain dread flew before the certain danger. I was standing to my middle in the shallow bed of the river, just beneath the jutting banks. After a pause of a few seconds I began to creep mechanically and stealthily down the stream, followed, as I knew from the rustling of the grass and frequent breaking of twigs, by the insatiable brute; although, by certain uneasy growls, I felt assured he was at fault. Something struck against my breast. I could not prevent a slight cry from escaping me, as, stretching out my hand, I grasped the gunwale of a boat moored beneath the bank. Between surprise and joy I felt half choked. In an instant I had scrambled on board and began to search for the painter in the bow, in order to cast her from her fastenings.

"Suddenly a bright ray of moonlight-the first gleam of hope in that black night-fell directly on the spot, revealing the silvery stream, my own skiff, (hidden there ten days before,) lighting the deep shadows of the verging wood, and, on the log half buried in the bank, and from which I had that instant cast the line that had bound me to it, the supple form of the crouching bloodhound, his red eyes gleaming in the moonlight, jaws distended, and poising for the spring. With one dart the light skiff was yards out in the stream, and the savage after it. With an oar I aimed a blow at his head, which, however, he eluded with ease. In the effort thus made, the boat careened over towards my antagonist, who made a desperate effort to get his forepaws over the side, at the same time seizing the gunwale with his teeth.

going the rounds:-An elderly lady, who attended a meeting of the First Vermont regiment, arose, full of enthusiasm, and said she thanked God that she was able to do something for her country; her two sons, all she possessed in the world, were in the regiment; and the only thing she had to regret was, that she could not have known it twenty years ago-she would have furnished more.

ANOTHER HERO FALLEN.-Amid the crash of battle, the roar of artillery, and the dashing bayonet charge, in the fierce excitement of the hour which thrills every nerve and rouses every energy, the soldier who falls is scarcely heeded in the on-sweeping ranks of his victorious comrades. But when the conflict ceases, and the smoke of the cannon rolls away, and the returning column sorrowfully seeks its slain upon the blood-stained ground, many a heart swells with anguish, many an eye fills with tears to see the prostrate form and meet the dying glance of well-loved friends and brothers, the foremost in the desperate fight.

One of the immortal Seven, who sealed in death their devotion to liberty and their native South in the brilliant victory at Bull Run, on Thursday, July 18th, was Carter H. Harrison, Major in the 17th Virginia regiment, one of the heroic leaders whose men so gallantly fought and won the battle of that day. "None knew him but to love him "-of a nature at once gentle and brave, a tender, high-souled, chivalrous man; young in years, old in heroism, foremost in duty, highest in honor-among the first to fall. The friends who loved and mourn him-those who saw him

Walking his round of duty,
Serenely day by day,

With the strong man's hand of labor,
And childhood's heart of play,"

all who knew his noble life and gallant death, will mingle their tears "with those who weep," over the touching words sent by the Surgeon to his home on the morning of the 19th: "Your husband died in Jesus, this morning." A fitting epitaph to a life like his-at once its eulogy and its lament.

Virginia will forever cherish the sacred memory of her patriot sons.-Richmond Dispatch, July 26.

SOUTHERN CRITICISM.-The army of the North is "Now or never was my time to get rid of the ac- as remarkable for its base material as ours for its high cursed brute. I drew my revolver, and placed the morality. Respectable men do not volunteer to go muzzle between his eyes, but hesitated to fire; for a-rogueing, [shade of Webster] and the attack on that one report might bring on me a volley from the the South is avowedly a rogue's expedition. The shore. Meantime the strength of the dog careened Northern troops are, with very few exceptions, pauthe frail craft so much that the water rushed over the pers, thieves, ignorant foreigners, murderers, bullies, side, threatening to swamp her. I changed my tac- and criminals of every description. They are not tics, threw my revolver into the bottom of the skiff, half so respectable or well-informed as our negroes, and grasping my bowie,' keen as a Malay creese, and it adds much to the indignation and exasperation and glittering, as I released it from the sheath, like a of our troops that they have to meet these nomadic moonbeam on the stream. In an instant I had sev-scoundrels.-De Bow's Review. ered the sinewy throat of the hound, cutting through brawn and muscle to the nape of the neck. The tenacious wretch gave a wild, convulsive leap half out of the water, then sank, and was gone.

Five minutes' pulling landed me on the other side of the river, and in an hour after, without further accident, I was among friends, encompassed by the Northern lines. That night I related at head-quarters the intelligence I had gathered, and in a few days I shall again be gleaning knowledge in the Southern camp.-Missouri Democrat, July 6.

THE YOUNG SOLDIER DYING.-"Bring me my knapsack," said a young soldier, who lay sick in one of the hospitals at Washington. Bring me my knapsack."

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"What do you want of your knapsack?" inquired the head lady of the band of nurses. "I want my knapsack," again said the dying young man.

His knapsack was brought to him, and as he took it, his eye gleamed with pleasure, and his face was covered all over with a smile, as he brought out from

SHE REGRETTED IT.-The following anecdote is it his hidden treasures.

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