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compel savage warfare. The North can make it either. Let them now decide.-N. Y. Commercial, June 20.

The Mobile Advertiser defends the offer of a premium or bounty of $25, made by the Confederate Government, for every prisoner captured and delivered to the authorities by the privateers. The object of the proclamation, it insists, is "that an influence may be exerted to render the prosecution of privateer warfare as bloodless as possible, by offering an inducement for checking the conflicts on the sea at the earliest stages of the actions when victory is secure-to induce care for the wounded and other prisoners, that they may be brought alive and safe to a port where a live prisoner is worth $25 to his cap-member his face, when the fugitive asked him if he tors."

A secessionist proposes through the Mobile Register to raze Fort Pickens with red pepper. He would mix red pepper and veratria with the powder in the shells, and make the garrison cough themselves out of the fort. The morals of the people down there must be improving, for it was only last week a correspondent of a Mobile paper proposed to poison our men. They like any way, it seems, better than fighting. The correspondent of the Register ought to be banished to Cayenne.-Boston Transcript, June 1.

DR. SMYTH, a prominent scholar of South Carolina, inquires in a pamphlet, "What is the difficulty and what the remedy? Not in the election of Republican Presidents. No. Not in the non-execution of the Fugitive Bill. No. But it lies back of all these. It is found in that Atheistic Red Republican doctrine of the Declaration of Independence! Until that is trampled under foot, there can be no peace ! ”—Idem.

A MEMBER of the Seventh regiment, in a letter to his father, writes: "I heard a good anecdote of Gen. Scott yesterday. He was asked what he intended to do with Jefferson Davis. In answer, he merely put up his open hand, and gradually closed his fingers, till his hand was clenched. He could not have given a more expressive answer."-Idem.

AN INTERESTING INCIDENT.-At Boston, a fugitive slave, arrived from Baltimore, (via U. G. R. R.,) was passing through the Doric Hall, at the State House, when he recognized one of the soldiers wounded on the 10th of April at that city, and at once accosted him, inquiring after his health, and asked him if he did not know him. The soldier did not at first re

did not remember a colored man bringing him water to drink, and rags to bind up his wounds, while he lay wounded in the street. He replied that he did, and at once recognized his Good Samaritan in the person of the fugitive. The peculiar circumstances of the case made the interview deeply touching. Without revealing facts which might do more harm than good, we will simply add that the fugitive has a wife and two children, and when the Massachusetts soldiers;fell wounded in the streets of Baltimore, the fugitive's wife tore up her clothes to make rags to stanch the flow of blood. These rags she threw out of the window in her master's house, when her husband gathered them up and carried them to the wounded soldier.-Boston Pine and Palm.

AN INCIDENT.-The Cleveland Plaindealer tells

the following incident, which recently transpired in the Kentucky Legislature:

A venerable farmer from a neighboring county, one of that kind for whom Kentucky has an instinctive veneration, appeared in the Legislative Hall, uncovered his snowy locks, and sat down. At the first lull in the debate he rose slowly and said he had a word to say, but was aware it was out of order for him to speak before the Legislature while in session. His dignified and venerable appearance ar"Go on," from sevrested attention, and "Go on," eral voices, seemed to keep him on his feet. Again THE Charleston Mercury makes these remarks on expressing his diffidence at speaking out of propriety the capture of the privateer Savannah :

The loss of the schooner in times like these would scarcely call for a moment's consideration. But the circumstances are such as to render the fact one of grave import-perchance the results may be still graver. With the insane and blood-thirsty spirit ruling the Government of the North, there are probabilities that the crew of the Savannah will be executed. The United States Government has said it-the popular clamor has approved the bloody declaration. Will their bloated vanity and malice give way to the

milder voice of national law-of reason and discretion? Will they not go on in their mad pathway of violence and lawlessness? Their course, up to this time, has been uniform. Will they at this day pay regard to reason, justice, or law? If they do not, what then?

"Hear! hear!!" resounded generally over the room. The members' curiosity as well as respect for the appearance and manner of the man was up, and silence followed the "Hear! hear!!" when the old hero delivered the following eloquent but laconic speech:

"Gentlemen: I am delegated by my county to inform you, that if you hold a secret Session here, as you threaten to do, not one stone of this Capitol will Good rest upon another twenty-four hours after. day!" and he left.

CAPTURE OF MISSOURI SECESSIONISTS.

CAIRO, June 11.-Yesterday an old farmer from Rush Ridge, named J. G. Long, and a citizen named Kelton, who had been driven out by the secessionists, gave information that there were two armed If the hair of the head of a single man of this crew companies of secessionists formed to be taken into is injured, South Carolina will demand that the out- the command of Watkins, one of Claib. Jackson's rage be atoned for-an eye for an eye-a tooth for a brigadier-generals, who were driving out and threattooth-a life for a life. Aye! and she will have it-ening all Union men there. After they had driven no more and no less; on the battle-field and after the battle. Let one of these, her citizens commissioned in her cause, perish as a pirate, and woe to the enemy who falls into our hands! Humanity and justice, no less than the cause itself, will compel to prompt and ample retribution; and the sooner this is understood, the better for all parties to the war. Civilized warfare will be met in kind; savage warfare will

Mr. Long and family out, he sent an agent to take care of his farm, but they would not permit him even that privilege. His daughter, in passing by one of these companies, was fired at by a volley designed to frighten her horse and throw her off.

Gen. Prentiss detailed Capt. Hassfurther's company to capture them. Having surrounded the dwelling, they captured eighteen of the gang, who were

suddenly started out of their beds. They then rable, and that what God has joined together, no man marched rapidly to another neighborhood, where a shall put asunder.'"-N. Y. Commercial Advertiser. company, raised by a secessionist named Hunter, were said to be encamped. Unfortunately, some one who had seen the troops, had sent word ahead, and when the troops had got to the place, the birds were flown. The company returned with their prisoners to the camp, several of their wives accompanying them.

In the evening they were brought over, and an informal examination was held in the sitting-room of the St. Charles Hotel, by Gen. Prentiss.

FLAG SONG

OF THE MICHIGAN VOLUNTEERS. BY D. BETHUNE DUFFIELD, ESQ. (Adapted to the Anvil Chorus from Trovatore.)

I.

Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling, From hill-side and valley, from mountain and river,

Messrs. Long and Kelton were the principal witnesses, others not having yet arrived. They testified in the most positive terms to the avowed objects of these armed gangs, which were, to fight against the Union when they obtained arms and reinforcements" from the South; also, to the threats that they had made of soon cleaning out "the d-d Dutch and niggers" at Cairo, as they termed them.

After the examination had been gone through with, each one was asked if he would take the oath of allegiance to the United States.

Forward the flag!" e'en though heroes are falling,

Our God will His own chosen standard deliver.

CHORUS.

Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are cling-
ing,

Lead us to victory or wrap us in death!
To thee, stanch are we, while yet a breath
Remains to sing thee;
Or arm to fling thee,

O'er this fair land, wide and free.

II.

They all declined except three young men, who had been enticed into bad company. Before discharging them, Gen. Prentiss made a few forcible remarks to them. "Go home," said he, “ raise to-morrow morning the flag of the Union, of your country; load up your weapons, and shoot the first man that tries to pull it down. Have nothing to do with trai-"Union and Freedom!" our war-cry is rolling, tors; don't work for them. If you want work, come, and I will give it to you. Loyal citizens shall be protected. As for those traitors, they will be set tomorrow to work wheeling dirt, and shall be kept at it until I get the balance of the witnesses, then I shall send them to St. Louis to be tried for treason." It was astonishing what effect this declaration had on them. One butternut-coated individual said he thought they would all take the oath; that they did

not understand what it was before.

The General pleasantly remarked that the prospect of wheeling dirt had suddenly convinced them of the duty they owed to the country that protected them, but it was now too late. He would not take the oaths of such men, who were only forced to take it for fear of punishment.

A schoolmaster, McPherson, became suddenly inspired with a Union eloquence and love, and was launching out to prove that he and all his comrades were, and always had been, Union men, when he was suddenly checked by a witness, who reminded him that the day after the capture of Camp Jackson, he had made a violent secession speech, denouncing the United States troops as murderers and d-d Dutch, and urging the people to fly to arms.

General Prentiss told him that he should make up his mind that he had to wheel dirt, and to learn a lesson never yet taught in his books.-St. Louis Democrat, June 13.

AN UNREPORTED UNION CONVENTION.-The daily Indiana American says that the Rev. Bishop Ames, of the Methodist Episcopal Church, while recently preaching at a camp meeting, remarked that there had been one grand Union convention, the proceedings of which had not been reported by telegraph. "It was held amidst the fastnesses of the everlasting hills. The Rocky Mountains presided, the mighty Mississippi made the motion, the Alleghany Mountains seconded it, and every mountain and hill, and river and valley in this vast country sent up a unanimous voice- Resolved, That we are one and insepa

Now over the prairie, now wide o'er the billow,
Hark! 'tis the battle, and soon will be tolling
The knell of the soldier, who rests 'neath the wil-
low.

CHORUS.-Star-Spangled Banner, &c.

III.

Banner triumphant! though grand is thy story,
We'll stamp on thy folds in this struggle to-day,
Deeds of our armies, transcending in glory,
The bravest yet chanted in poesy's lay.
CHORUS.-Star-Spangled Banner, &c.

IV.

Wise were our fathers, and brave in the battle,
But treason uprises their Union to sever,
Rouse for the fight! shout loud 'mid war's rattle,
The Union must triumph, must triumph forever!
CHORUS.-Star-Spangled Banner, &c.

V.

Trumpet, and ensign, and drum-beat are calling,
From hill-side and valley, from mountain and river,
"Forward the flag!" e'en though heroes are falling,
Our God will His own chosen standard deliver.

CHORUS.

Star-Spangled Banner! our hopes to thee are cling-
ing,
Lead us to victory, or wrap us in death.

COTTON IS KING.

Cotton is King.
Tired of her Queen,
Britain is seen
Gazing far o'er

To Columbia's shore;
Where, lying prone,
Hurled from his throne,

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In the music and the glory, of the good old Constitution,

Sphered forever, there she stands !

It is there Kentucky stands !

-Louisville Journal.

A NEW YANKEE DOODLE.

BY J. R. GILMORE.

Yankee Doodle came to town,

To view "the situation,"

And found the world all upside down,
A rumpus in the nation;

He heard all Europe laugh in scorn,
And call him but a noodle;

"Laugh on!" he cried, "as sure's you're born, I still am Yankee Doodle."

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c

He found the ragged Southern loons,
A-training like tarnation,

They'd stolen all his silver spoons
And rifled his plantation;

"I'll wait awhile," he quietly said,

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They may restore the plunder;
But if they don't, I'll go ahead,

And thrash them well, by thunder!"
CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

And then the lovely Queen of Spain
Told him in honeyed lingo,

That she had courted-not in vain-
A darkey in Domingo.

"My dear," said he, "if you will roam
With all the male creation,

Pray don't come here-I can't, at home,
Allow amalgamation."

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

The British lion slyly eyed

His bales of Southern cotton"Dear Yankee Doodle," soft he cried, "That stuff is slave-begotten:

A brother's tears have bleached it white, It speaks your degradation,

But I must have it, wrong or right,

To keep away starvation."

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

"Hands off! hands off! good cousin John," Said quiet Yankee Doodle,

"I am no braggart cotton don,

Who'll bear the system feudal;
I've heard you prate in Exeter Hall,
Of sin and slave pollution,

But now I see 'twas blarney all,
You love the Institution!'

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

"False words and deeds, to high and low
Bring righteous retribution;

And, cousin John, mayhap you know
The frigate Constitution!
She now is but a rotten boat,
But I have half a notion

To set her once again afloat,
And drive you from the ocean.

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

"And if, in league with her of Spain,
With all the past forgotten,
You dare to lift the hand of Cain
In aid of old King Cotton,
Be sure to guard those costly toys
You call your broad dominions,
For I have lots of Yankee boys
Can flog your hireling minions.

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

"I trust in God and in the right,
And in this mighty nation;
And in this cause would freely fight
The whole combined creation;
For when, in Time's impartial gaze,
The nations are reviewed all,

I know the meed of honest praise
Will rest on Yankee Doodle."

CHORUS.-Yankee Doodle, &c.

THE INVISIBLE ARMIES.

Oh! think not, armies of the earth, As in the march ye go,

To hail a nation's second birth,

Or wrest it from the foe, That here upon this mortal field, Do all your forces stand revealed; The eternal scenes outstretching time Are now in movement more sublime.

Hail! heroes of the ages gone,
Of sacred story all,

Who led the hosts of Israel on-
Who broke the ancient thrall
Of tyrants clamoring for reign
O'er the rich Orient's domain,-
Thy spirits, stirring from their height,
Shall lend to us their former might.

For, saith the High and Mighty One,
Who sitteth in the heaven,
'Tis not of earth and time alone
That nations thus are riven;
Behold! the armies of the skies,-
The embattled legions, see them rise!
Arrayed, and officered, and led,
By angel chieftains from the dead!

The solemn vision deepening, lo!
What mighty numbers swell,
Rising from their dark pits of woe,
The serried ranks of hell!
Great God! it is the conflict dire
Which raged of old on plains of fire!
Jesus, the mighty victor, knew,
Both worlds were open to his view.
And when again, on Canaan's land,
The rebel armies stood,
Behold! the angel in command-
How soldierly his word:
"I'm captain of the hosts!" he said,
With sword drawn in his hand, and led
Unseen by Joshua before,

To victory all the tribes of war.

And so, when Syria's guilty king,
'Gainst Israel led the foe,
And omens dire began to spring
From out that threatening woe;

"Fear not," said Israel's prophet bold, "Our numbers cannot now be told." And lo! the mount of vision came, With hosts and chariots of flame!

And shall not fair Columbia, too,
Land of the brave and free,
Her ancient heroes wake anew

To life-to Liberty?
Ho! all ye martyred sons of flame,
Statesmen and warriors of fame,
Filled be the air afresh with fire,
Which your immortal minds inspire.

And when in conflict with the foe,
The nations reel and rock,
Trembling as if beneath the blow

Of some tremendous shock,
Remember, 'tis the Lord that fights;
He rules the deeps, He crowns the heights,
Sends the destroying angel forth,

Or heaven's strong legions bid to earth.

Almighty God! to Thee we raise,

To Thee our souls rehearse
Our song of triumph and of praise,
With thy vast Universe!

Firm is the centre of Thy power,
Vast and controlling every hour;
And Heaven, and Earth, and Hell shall be
Moved by thine own Infinity!

- Woonsocket (R. I.) Patriot, Sept. 13.

THEY CALL ME A TRAITOR NOW.

The following lines were suggested by seeing an old man intently gazing at the American flag, as it floated from the dome of one of the hotels in Memphis, Tenn. "I live," said he, "in Mississippi, where they won't let that flag be raised, but I love that flag; I bore it through the Indian wars, and at New Orleans, under Gen. Jackson. I am sixty-nine years of age. I was born and raised in this State. My father, an old Revolutionary soldier, was one of the first settlers. My country has been very good to me, and gave me all I love. My country I love. I love Tennessee; I am sorry I ever left her. I want to live where that flag waves. I don't like the people of Mississippi; they call me a traitor now!"

I have borne that flag in former years

To conquer a savage foe,

Whose ravaging deeds on our then frontier,
Brought terror, and death, and woe;
And how we suffered 'mid toil and pain,
'Tis history will tell you how,

Yet those whose peace those wars did gain,
Can call me a traitor now!

I bore that flag in New Orleans,
Which city's doom was thought
Beyond the power of patriot means
Ere the glorious Eighth was fought;
But when I saw to the Stripes and Stars
The British lion bow,

I little thought, in my grateful prayers,

To be called a traitor now!

No pelican was heard of then;

No moon's lone star was found;

No palmetto bush, with its shaggy stem, And the serpent coiled around;

But the Stars and Stripes alone remained;
And pray, can you tell me how
That he who bore that flag unstained,
Can be called a traitor now?

Oh! had I remained in my native State,
Where my chieftain's grave was made;
Or had I been doomed to a similar fate,
And my bones near his been laid;

Or had he been spared for his country's good,
I am sure he'd not allow

Those friends who in arms by him had stood Should be branded as traitors now.

But why, in my age, am I thus assailed?
To my name why apply this stain?
Have I to my country ever failed,
Or to society proved a bane?
No! no such charge or kindred crime

Can be stamped on my furrowed brow; But because rebellion I must decline, They call me a traitor now!

But ye, in my heart, I can't despair-
My country, so free and pure,

Whose toils and triumphs I helped to share,
For ages will yet endure.

When madmen cease and calm re-act,

And reason their minds endow,

They'll then these cruel words retract

That make me a traitor now.

THE WAR SLOGAN.

DEDICATED TO CAPTAIN M'MULLEN'S RANGERS.

"McGregor's Gathering."

Columbia is calling her sons to the border,

Rouse, rouse, ye brave hearts, to conquer or die; Revenge on the Southron, and death to the traitorOur Union forever, the slogan we cry.

Then gather! gather! gather!

Then gather! gather! gather!

While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river,
Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever!

They trample her banner, and murder her freemen;
They curse us as cowards, and swear we shall fly;
Give their homes to the flames and their flesh to the
ravens,

Our arms, keen and gory, shall answer the lie.
Then gather! gather! gather!
Then gather! gather! gather!
While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river,
Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever!

THE TWO UNIONS.

DEDICATED TO IRISH PATRIOTS.

BY F. D. B.

When concord and peace to this land are restored,

And the Union's established forever,

Though the "Star-Spangled Banner" proclaim o'er the sea

Success crown'd each noble endeavor,
Will any acknowledge Hibernians are free,
While the Sunburst's in exile? No! never.

On Erin's green soil (and on Erin's alone)
You can purchase your freedom forever,
When, join'd with your patriot brothers at home,
The foul Union of tyrants you sever.
NEW YORK.

THE RECAPTURED FLAG.

The following lines were suggested by an event which occurred during the battle of Stone Bridge. In the heat of the engagement the colors of the Sixty Ninth regiment, New York State Militia, were captured by the enemy, but while in the hands of two of the rebels, the attention of Capt. Wildey, of the New York Fire Zouaves, was drawn to the incident; he immediately fired, and succeeded in killing both of the insurgents, and recapturing the flag.

When sacrilegious rebel hands,
With rage and deadly hate,

Had rudely grasped our sacred flag,
Their doom was sealed by fate.

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Brave sons of Hibernia, oh, sheathe not the sword; White rose! Why pluck I not the red? You will then have a Union to sever.

The flags of two nations appear on the field;-
You have vow'd to defend them forever;

Your duty to one, is the Union to shield ;-
To the other, the Union to sever!

The red rose speaks of love:
-And love I not my dead?
What speaks the white rose of?
Despair! Love's last despair!
This is the load I bear;
So I the white rose wear.

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