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“There,” said he," that is a Bible from my dinner, in company with Brother Armstrong, we went mother. And this-Washington's Farewell Address through the hospitals located in this region. The sick -is the gift of my father. And this,”—his voice list-measles——is pretty large in some of the regifailed.
ments; but the sick are well cared for, and there The nurse looked down to see what it was, and never was a better time and place for soldiers to take there was the face of a beautiful maiden.
their camp acclimation. The readers of the Adro“Now," said the dying young soldier, “I want you cate will be pleased to learn that the Sabbath day is to put all these under my pillow.” She did as she observed in camp. There is no drilling, which here was requested, and the poor young man laid him is real hard work six days in the week. The univerdown on them to die, requesting that they should be sal good order was not only gratifying, but astonishsent to his parents when he was gone. Calm and ing; the whole day's scene agreeably belied our conjoyful was he in dying. It was only going from ceptions of camp life. We saw no dram-drinking or night to endless day—from death to eternal glory. card-playing; heard no profanity. Ladies might be So the young soldier died.—Christian Inquirer, seen visiting friends and relatives, and they can do so July 20.
with perfect safety, for last week a soldier was put
under guard for six days for kissing his hand at a lady A PATRIOTIC SPEECH.–Owing to alleged bad unknown to him. The fact is, our volunteer armies treatment by the State authorities,
the Erie regiment, are made up of gentlemen, and to an unprecedented near Pittsburg, Pa., began to display a rather ugly, mu- degree of Christian gentlemen. If the Lincoln cabitinous spirit, whereupon their Colonel (McLane) ad- net could visit our camps and witness the stuff our dressed them in the following pithy and patriotic men are made of, and take one day's impression of speech :
their physical and moral stamina, we believe the last “Gentlemen, there is one thing I want you to un- hope of subjugating such a people would die out of derstand, and that is, that I intend to command this them. We learn with pleasure that a good state of regiment. I understand there are a number of you religious feeling pervades the Southern army. In dissatisfied and uneasy because your payments have Col. Bates' regiment, now in Virginia, there are many been stopped. There is no doubt but that we have Christians, among them Capt. Henry, a local preacher been badly treated; and by the Eternal, the time of the Methodist church from Summer County. Cap. shall come when we shall have our rights, and our tain Henry has regular prayer meetings among the wrongs shall be redressed. In the mean time, I ad- soldiers. When present, he leads; but when absent, vise you to act like soldiers and gentlemen. If the some of the young men conduct the services. The State refuses to do its duty towards us, let us do ours, interest, we understand, in these meetings is conand then they can have no fault to find with us. If stantly increasing. Much good will be accomplished, there is any among you who wants to leave, he can and young men who have gone into the field bearing do so, and I will give him a free pass home. I hope the name of Christ, will come back with their Christhere is no one who will desert his post now, and who tian armor bright. There is a Christian association rates his patriotism at the paltry sum of $17 23. I in Camp Cheatham, Tennessee, who hold prayer meethave spent $1,000, and have not received a cent in ings at stated times, and exercise an excellent influreturn, but I am determined to do my duty; and if ence. Rev. W. H. Browning, who spent last Sabbath the State of Pennsylvania is too poor to repay me, I at the camp, makes a very favorable report of its will make a free gift of my services to her."-Alton moral condition. At Sparta, Georgia, I heard Bishop Democrat, July 20.
Pierce make one of the most eloquent and thrilling
addresses to a vast crowd of soldiers and people, on A CORRESPONDENT of the Nashville Christian Ad-fast-day, after a sermon. He said :-Did I know a vocate gives the following account of a Sabbath in a man here who would refuse to subscribe cotton or camp of the rebels :
money to carry on this war of defence while it lasts, “We spent last Sabbath at Camp Trousdale, about I would never shake his hand, nor darken his doors forty miles from Nashville, and within two miles of with my presence. The Bishop's only son, just mar. the Nashville and Louisville Railroad. The former ried, an accomplished Christian, has volunteered as a camp, immediately on the road, lacked water, and private, and the Bishop himself subscribes one-half two weeks ago the troops were removed to their pres- his crop to the Confederaey." ent location, where much water is, and of the very best kind. For shading trees, undulating ground, and LOUISVILLE, Ky., July 6.-If any good Union men cool springs, there could hardly be a more eligible (no others need apply) want a few first-class nary encampment. It is within two miles of the Kentucky pistols at much less than the ordinary rates, we may line, and has 5,600 soldiers. At half-past 9 the drum- make a suggestion for their benefit--if they come to call gathered our congregation in Col. Battle's regi- us soon.-Louisville Journal. ment. Rev. J. A. Edmondson has lately been elected their chaplain from the ranks. We had a respectful THE WOUNDED AT Bull Run." During the rehearing for the sermon, reverent attitude in prayer, treat I was surprised to note the few exclamations of and were assisted by some good voices in singing distress from our wounded men. Now and then the About the same hour, Brother Armstrong, Chaplain mangled soldiers uttered piercing groans; sometimes, of Col. Hatton's regiment, Brother Crisman, of Col. during the rough process of transfcr from the ambuNewman's, Brother Tucker, of Col. Fulton's, Brother lances, they gave vent to their agony in heart-rending Poindexter, of Col. Savage's, were conducting Divine shrieks; but generally their endurance was heroic service. At 5 o'clock in the afternoon we conducted Dr. Magruder, soon after the firing on Col. Hunter's a brief religious service for Col. Palmer's regiment. column began, took possession of the Sudley church, This regiment held an election last Thursday, and has about half a mile from the field, and instantly the secured an excellent chaplain, Rev. J. H. Richie, of seats were removed, and blankets spread on the floor the Tennessee Conference. Brother Richie went for the wounded. The little building was soon through the Mexican campaign, in the ranks. After crowded, and its floor crimsoned with warm blood.
The altar table was used for the operations upon the wish I was in Dixie, I'se sure !" continued he. men who were more severely injured. The surgeons "None o' de niggers does; you may bet your soul of the New Hampshire and Rhode Island regiments, of dat !" as well as those of the New York Eighth, Fourteenth, “Where is Dixie, Charles ?” and Seventy-first regiments, and of the Fire Zouaves, “'S Norfolk-dat's whar 'tis," was the indignant were in attendance, and worked with great energy. reply.. “Kills de niggers in Dixie, jist like sheep,
"Within the hospital the victims were chiefly of a working in de batteries !” the Rhode Island regiments. There were some, how The idea of our contest is fully appreciated by the ever, from the Seventy-first, the Fourteenth, and a colored people. The representations at the North, number of the Zouaves.
that the slaves do not understand the cause for which “In front of the building, in a pleasant grove, the the Federal army are moving upon the South, are ambulances crowded until it was impossible to unload utterly false. I have seen here and in Hampton them with any degree of rapidity. Then a dwelling- scores of the fugitives, and conversed with them, and house near at hand, a barn, and a wagon shop, were I have never found one who did not perfectly undersuccessively
occupied, but all proved insufficient, and stand the issue of the war, and hang with terrible the dead and mangled were laid on the grass in every anxiety upon its success or failure. direction. And what a scene it was! Here a poor I was particularly struck with this at Hampton, fellow with shattered arm, imploring the early atten- when the battle of Great Bethel was progressing. tion of the surgeons; there a pale youth, exposing They crowded together in little squads about the his fractured head to the pity of his fellows; then a streets, listening to the reports of the cannon in the dying man bathing the green sod with his life's blood; distance, or the accounts of those who came in from and scores lying about in strange confusion, all more the field. Many of them were almost insane with or less injured, and shocking spectacles to behold. anxiety, and expressed themselves extravagantly. It was a sight the memory of which no lapse of time “ If the 'Unioners' get the fight,” I said, “ what can remove, and such as language must ever fail to will it do for you?” describe. It was not so mournful and impressive, "Den we'll be free !" answered all who stood however, as the field of battle, where were strewn in near me, almost in one breath. wild confusion the dead and the dying, and for a long “But if they lose the battle ?" distance every foot of the soil was drenched with "Oh, den it be worser for us dan ebber," they human blood.
said, shaking their heads mournfully, and in their “Mr. Arnold and myself dismounted, and coöper- simplicity believing that all the issue of the war hung ated with the surgeons, as far as lay in our power, in upon the
result of that day.—Letter from Fort Monalleviating the distress of the poor fellows; but many roe, N. Y. World, July 3. received no attention whatever, and died without an audible murmur. The shell-wounds and those caused by the rifled cannon shot were most frightful. Legs, YANKEE DOODLE ON “THE CRISIS.” arms, heads, and entire bodies were fearfully mangled. The musket-wounds were less repulsive; but in all You may talk aboût your "Dixie's Land," the dreadful sight, there was nothing to disguise the And sing it like a noodle; untold horrors of war.-RICHARD MCCORMICK, in the The good old tune for North and South, N. Y. Evening Post.
Is famous Yankee Doodle ! REPUDIATION.- The following official notice was Yankee Doodle made a name published in the Savannah Republican :
On many a sea and shore, sirs;
Secession won't eclipse his fame-
He'll only do it more, sirs !
Take notice, that from and after this date, during Now Dixie's Land is in ferment the continuance of the present war existing between With their Yancey and their Cobb, sirs ; the Confederate States and the United States of They're plunging in, on ruin bent, America, all coupons of the bonds of the city of Sa And raising the very hob, sirs. vannah, payable in the city of New York, will be paid only at the office of the Treasurer of the city of Yankee Doodle hears the noiseSavannah.
The American eagle flutters;
Deuce take the one that mutters."
Yankee Doodle is the boy
Will make 'em stop their treason,
If they will only hold their jaw, NEGRO PATRIOTISM. I sat in my tent-door thought And hear a little reason. fully, but very thoughtlessly, humming “Dixie." I had not observed "Charles," a servant of “contra Have we forgot our country's flag, band” here, who sat just within the tent.
And all her natal glory, "We stop a-singin' dat song now, massa !” said To palm it off for a dirty rag, he, interrupting me.
Unknown in song or story? "Why?" I inquired.
Charles was confused for a moment, but I pressed Your rattlesnakes and pelicans the question.
Are not the kind of bunting “Well," he replied hesitatingly, "it don't b'long That Perry and Decatur bore, to my perfession, sir ; dat's all
, I s'pose.--I don't ! When pirates they were hunting.
So tear your traitorous ensigns down,
Southward, ho! How the grand old war-cry
Thunders over our land to-day;
Rolling down from the Eastern mountains,
Dying into the West away.
The South has fallen from her ancient glory,
Bowed in slavery, crime, and shame;
And forth from his storehouse God is sending Fort Pickens you must leave alone,
Another tempest of steel and flame!
Southward, ho! Bear on the watchword!
Onward march, as in ancient days,
Till over the traitor's fallen fortress
The Stripes shall stream and the Stars shall blaze! Southward, ho! 'Twas a stormy chorus
For the Northern arm is mailed with thunder, Thundering forth from the years of old,
And the Northern heart beats high and warm; As down from the crests of the Himalaya
And a stronger life shall spring in glory Madly the Scythian war-tide rolled.
In the path of the Southward rushing storm; Wave on wave, in their strong pulsations,
The ancient wrongs shall shrink and perish, Hurled from the Northland's bounding veins ;
The darkness fly from their radiant van; On they poured, like a tide of terror,
And a mightier empire rise in grandeur, Over the teeming Indian plains.
For Freedom, Truth, and the Rights of Man. Strewing their path with the fallen altars,
Ever thus, when, in future ages, The dusky gold and the starry gems,
Manhood fails on the tropic plains, The pearl-wrought girdles of Hindoo princes,
Send, O God, thy Northern giants And wealth of her priceless diadems.
To pour fresh blood through their feeble reins! O'er the shattered throne and the wrecked pagoda
-N. Y. Tribune, July 11.
THE PRESENT CRISIS.
BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
earth's aching breast Southward, ho! 'Twas a grander anthem, Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from When, from their far-off, frozen home,
east to west; The sturdy sons of the Northern war-gods And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul Poured on the rotting wreck of Rome.
within him climb Gone was the might of the ancient empire ; To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy subPower and beauty had passed away;
lime All things foul, and vile, and hateful,
Of a century bursts full blossomed on the thorny Lovered around her rank decay.
stem of Time. Gone was the grand, heroic daring,
Which had made her younger years sublime; Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the inThe blood was chilly, and weak, and nerveless,
stantaneous throe, That flowed through the shrunken veins of Time. When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems So a stronger life and a mightier spirit
to and fro; Forth from the stormy North were hurled, At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing And filled, with the strength of a new creation,
start, The withered limbs of the dead old world. Nation wildly looks on nation, standing with mute And over the ashes of desolation
lips apart, Those Vandals sowed in their gory way, And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beThe glowing light of the modern ages
neath the Future's heart. Blazed and bloomed like a heavenly day!
For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears Southward, ho! How the mighty chorus
along, Shook the depths of the Northern seas, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of When the countless ships of the stern old Vikings right or wrong;
Spread their wings on the Boreal breeze. Whether conscious or unconscious, yet humanity's Joyfully, from the barren mountains,
vast frame, The frozen fiords and the glaciers cold, Through its ocean-sundered fibres, feels the gush of They turned their prows to the sunnier oceans,
joy or shame; Which in the unknown Austral rolled. In the gain or loss of one race, all the rest have equal Down on the lands where the Celt and Saxon
claim. Reaped their fields on a peaceful shore, They bore the name of the mighty Odin, Once, to every man and nation, comes the moment And the martial joy of the thunderer Thor.
to decide, And up from a thousand fields of battle, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or From the Northern giants' glorious graves,
evil side; Springs the power which has made Britannia Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each Ocean-queen the Western waves.
the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep
THE CAVALIER'S SONG. upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness I'm a dashing young Southerner, gallant and tall; and that light.
I am willing to fight, but unwiling to fall;
I am willing to fight, but I think I may say, Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou So forth from my quarters I fearlessly go,
That I'm still more in favor of running away: shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust With my feet to the field and my back to the foe !
against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 'tis Truth alone Just suited to sprigs of the old F. F. V.'s;
The life of a trooper is pleasure
and ease, is strong; And albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her Shoald mar our fair skins, and get
rust on our arms ;
No horrible wounds, and no midnight alarms, throng Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from With our feet to the field and our backs to the foe!
Through the sweet sunny South we will tranquilly go, all wrong.
I own twenty niggers, of various shades, We see dimly, in the Present, what is small and what Who burnish my arms for our fancy parades ; is great ;
My horse prances sideways, curvetting along, Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron And lovely eyes single me out from the throng helm of Fate;
Of dashing young Southerners, all in a row, But the soul is still oracular-amid the market's With their feet to the field and their backs to the din,
foe! List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within :
My sword is gold-hilted, my charger is fleet; "They enslave their children's children, who make I am bullion and spangles from helmet to feet ; compromise with Sin!”
I am fierce in my cups, and most savagely bent
On slaying the Yankees . . . when safe in my tent; Slavery, the earth-born Cyclops, fellest of the giant In short, if I'm timid, I know how to blow, brood,
With my feet to the field and my back to the foe! Sons of brutish Force and Darkness, who have drenched the earth with blood,
'Tis well for the hireling myrmidon crew Famished in his self-made desert, blinded by our To shed vulgar blood for their Red, White, and Blue, purer day,
But when they've attacked us, we always have Gropes in yet unblasted regions for his miserable
Don't misunderstand—I mean, beat a retreat!... Shall we guide his gory fingers where our helpless And the grass, I'll be sworn, has a poor chance to children play?
’Neath our feet on the field, with our backs to the 'Tis as easy to be heroes, as to sit the idle slaves
foe! of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers' | Then bring me my horse ! let me ride in the van,
graves; Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light for the enemy hardly can hit me, I find,
A position I always secure, if I can ; a crime. Was the Mayflower launched by cowards ?—steered As over the ground like a whirlwind I go,
While running away with an army behind, by men behind their time ? Turn those tracks toward Past, or Future, that make With my feet to the field and my back to the foe! Plymouth Rock sublime ?
Sometimes I put Sambo, and Cuffee, and Clem.,
'Twixt me and the Yankees, who shoot into them ; They were men of present valor-stalwart old icono- But when at close quarters, with pistol and knife, clasts;
I find it much safer to run for my life; Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the So the dust from my horse-shoes I haughtily throw, Past's;
As I dash from the field with my back to the foe! But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that has made us free,
The Northmen, to catch me, will have to ride fast, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender Though I have a misgiving they'll do it at last ; spirits flee
And it cannot be other than awkward, I fear, The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove To find a great knot underneath my left ear, them across the sea.
As up through the air like a rocket I go,
With a beam overhead and a scaffold below! New occasions teach new duties ! Time makes an
- Vanity Fair. cient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep
WATCHING AND WAITING. abreast of Truth; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves
BY "ALF." must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the Here, a watchman on the railroad, desperate winter sea,
Sit I in my palace great, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood With my gun against my shoulder, rusted key.
Learning here to watch and wait.
Watching for some daring rebel,
Foemen, beware! beware! 'Gainst the bridge to vent his spite;
Of the storm that disturbs the bald eagle's high nest; Waiting, with a studied patience,
There mutters a wrath pent hot in her breast; For the coming of the night.
Her talons shall pounce on each reptile that crawls,
And batten her beak on the snake when he falls. From the forest trees about me, Come the dead leaves drifting down,
Form ! form ! infantry, form! While the streamlet bears them onward Close up! is the word, and prepare for the charge ! Floating clouds of golden brown.
Close up! is the shout on the hill, by the marge;
Close up, where they fall, and forward again, So, through all the passing autumn,
Where the lightnings shall flash, and descend the hot All the long and lonesome day,
rain. Watch I, while my spirit wanders To another far away.
Form! form! riflemen, form!
For the Eagle now swoops from the Northern crag, One, whose purpose high and noble,
Chafed hot that despised is our country's flag; Woke ambition in my breast,
She screams from the rocks by the sea and the glen, For the good and right to struggle,
“Oh, strike ! for your shield, and to victory, men !" Till my soul should sink to rest.
-The Watchman Sure my palace is a shanty
THE GOOD FIGHT.
BY CHARLES A. BARRY.
Back to battle again !-shake the starry folds out! But my soul is full of ardor
Strike for God and the country! Ho, soldiers, For the triumph of the Right,
about ! As I wait and watch here calmly
Look! the demon of bloodshed, in horrid array, For the coming of the night.
Stands grim and defiant against the broad day. I am waiting for the battle
Oh, wild is the heart of the nation with pain! I must wage throughout my life;
America weeps o’or the couch of the slain ! I am waiting for the spirit
For the blood of her suppliants beats like a sea That shall guide me through its strife. | 'Gainst the old and the young-gainst the bond and Cincinnati Times, Oct. 30.
Hark, men of the North ! can ye hear the loud wail WHAT OF THE NIGHT?
Coming up from the South, as your chosen ones Watchman, what of the night?
fail? Are there signs in the East that augur the day,
Do ye feel the fierce throes of a land in decay! Or still doth the blackness of darkness there lay?
'Tis the crime of the Universe passing away! We list to the trumpings that herald the storm, To the roll of the drum, and the order to form !
Your dead are uncovered in pestilent graves !
Your comrades are chained in that region of slaves ! Whither the eagle's flight?
See the hands that are stretching out Northward in Does she bear in her beak the Stripes and the Stars,
prayer! The device which was won by a thousand scars?
Hear the cry that is drifting 'twist hope and despair ! Then shout, as it floats through the cloud in the breeze!
Blow the bugles of War! Shout, Redemption is 'Tis the ægis of Hope on the land and the seas.
Fling your emblems of Liberty out to the sky! Blackness and night I see!
Sing a song of Salvation, march manfully onHo, rally ! ho, rally! our banner is rent,
For a victory waits you, and Peace can be won. And the hiss of the viper now sounds in our tent; Black Treason grows rampant, and vaunts that she Away! let the world feel the shock as you pass, drives
Like a hurricane onward, through glen and morass; The flag-bearing Eagle away from her skies ! Quick ! fight the Good Fight, --help the Lord in his
wrath, Freedom or Slavery,
And plant the old Banner down deep in your path. Is the watchword that booms from Sumter's black walls;
O dear Land of Freedom! O Hope of the Earth! And Freedom or Death, answer back Northern Halls! The crucifix gleams, for Christ knoweth thy worth; To Freedom or Death !' is the shout and the cry; Thou shalt rise from this agony cleansed in his sigbt, By the Banner of Freedom ’tis glory to die ! From a sin that will melt in the mazes of night. Blackness and night I see !
Then, best of all lands will our cherished land be, And the trumpings that break 'mid the cloud and the The Pride of the World, and the Home of the Free! storm,
Then Time shall destroy both the spear and the And the marshalling feet of the hosts as they form, sword, Like a hurricane bred on the tempest's red track, And men shall acknowledge the strength of the Now warn of the wreck and the woe in their track.