principle; of principle purified and refined by the noble fires of an enthusiastic patriotism-a war waged by men who put their heart and conscience in every blow they deal, who know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain. I earnestly invite all men between the age of eighteen and forty-five to address me immediately, thereby securing to themselves the exalted privilege of participating in the glory of a glorious campaign. E. M. READING, box 33, Montgomery, Ala.-Sumter Watchman, June 19. AN INEXHAUSTIBLE BOTTLE.-At the encampment of the First Massachusetts regiment, near the Chain Bridge, above Washington, a pleasant discovery was made. Noticing a leaky spot on the hillside, an ingenious Yankee inserted a bottle, with the bottom knocked off, and a copious stream of pure water spouted forth. It is called the "inexhaustible bottle," but, unlike that of the wizard, it gives forth but one kind of beverage-a health-giving and purifying fluid, such as slaked the thirst of the Israelites when Moses smote the rock, and which the Saviour of mankind imbibed when he met the good woman at the well of Samaria.-National Intelligencer, June 28. "L LETTUCE ALONE." I was in an eating-house one day, "No, no," said the man with petulant groan, "All I ask is lettuce alone." I looked at the man-he was gaunt and thin, -Boston Sat. Evening Gazette, June 29. FEMALE MILITARY COMPANY.-A female military company, named the "Union Captivators," has been formed at Falmouth, near Covington, Ky., and over thirty of the most interesting young ladies of the place have joined the organization. The uniform is an apron of the old-fashioned cut, made of red, white, and blue-that part covering the bosom representing the stars, and the lower part the stripes. A gentleman who witnessed the company drill the other evening, says he never saw a more interesting sight, the youth, beauty, and patriotic enthusiasm of the ladies, and their graceful drilling, presenting at once a most novel and highly pleasing spectacle.-Ohio Statesman, June 29. A LIVELY CHAPLAIN.-A member of the Richardson Light Infantry of Lowell, writing home from Fortress Monroe, gives a sketch of a New York chaplain who is full of fun and fight. He was asleep when the troops started for Great Bethel, but as the last company started he was awakened, and dressed himself, mounted his horse and started. He has a small pistol about four inches long, which he calls the "Floyd Gun." The Lowell Volunteers gives the following account of the chaplain's share in the battle: He went into the field to encourage the men and take care of the wounded, when one of them "durn" Secessionists blazed away at him. It astonished him, and he thought it must be a mistake, when another ball came ploughing through his cap, just about an inch and a half above his head. That made him mad; he did not come there to be picked out for a target, and so he up with his "Floyd Gun," and popped away at them. A soldier by his side asked him what good he thought he did, when he (the chaplain) considered it an insult, and told the soldier if he did not tumble the next man down, he would report him for wasting ammunition. The soldier let drive, when one of the Secessionists threw his arms into the air and disappeared behind the breastworks.-Easton (Pa.) Ezpress, June 29. PRACTICAL PATRIOTISM.-Some generous-hearted ladies and gentlemen in Philadelphia have formed an association for the purpose of promoting the comfort of the troops passing through that city en route to Washington. The departure of each regiment from Jersey City is announced to the managers by telegraph; and on its arrival at Philadelphia each officer and soldier is afforded proper facilities for performing his ablutions, and afterwards furnished with hot coffee, sandwiches, ham, beef, bread, crackers, and other refreshments ad libitum. After satisfying the immediate wants of the inner man, each soldier is supplied with provisions for his journey through to Washington, and his canteen is filled if desired with tea or coffee. The beneficial effect of this particular feature of the liberal arrangement is seen in the repeated instances of soldiers emptying whiskey out of their canteens, and substituting in its place palatable tea or coffee.-National Intelligencer, June 29. SEARCH FOR CONTRABAND.-The correspondent of the Boston Journal relates the following incidents attending the search for contraband at the Relay House, Maryland. We quote: You hear the whistle of the train bound for Harper's Ferry. As it comes rounding the curve, the guard is drawn up on each side of the track. Soon as the train stops, a soldier steps on each platform of every car, and sees that no one gets off or on. The one whose business it is to "develop" any contraband articles or persons, enters the forward passenger car. He looks under the first seat, and finds nothing but a very suspicious female. Her hoops are very large, and she looks about the waist as though she indulged in a free use of cotton, or else is a walking train in the use of the rebels. The searcher looks, but doesn't know what to do. He cannot, of course, treat her as he would a man, for everybody would call him a brute, and besides, he has no taste for such things. At last he timidly requests that she will rise, in the hope that some treasonable article may fall and discover her character. Here is a man who either looks a little confused, or else puts on a stolid expression, as though he were utterly indifferent. After having carefully investigated this seat, the searcher politely asks the individual to empty his pockets. Mind you, this is really done politely, and while asking a thousand pardons for the demand. All letters directed to individuals south of the Potomac are confiscated. Oftentimes they are found to contain valuable information. If the man is very suspicious, the search is correspondingly rigid. The hands are passed over his coat and inside his vest, and woe be to him if any thing is discovered that stamps him as a spy. So the cars are looked through, one by one. Some of the passengers laugh, some grow mad and swear, some see the reason of the thing and yield at once, others bluster and threaten, and have to be shut up by the fear of immediate arrest if they open their mouths again. The searcher then says, All who have baggage will please step into the forward car." He then asks each man to open his trunk, and passes his hand as carefully as may be through the bundles of varieties with which human beings fill their apparatus. One's luggage does not undergo half the danger which it is subjected to in a Liverpool custom-house. I have seen both classes of operators, and I would much prefer to go by the Relay than land in Liverpool. Suddenly the searcher comes across a commonlooking, red, wooden trunk. It is marked Mary Birkitt, Wheeling, Virginia. There is nothing suspicious about it. It looks in keeping with some village aunt, who had forsworn the company of the coarser sex, and had just returned from a visit to some relations who had lately thrown themselves away by swearing, in the presence of a parson, to keep house, neatly and economically, for some one of those worthless creatures called men. The searcher calls out for Mary to come and display her dry goods, but no Mary is to be found. He calls again, and with the same result. The conductor is questioned, but he knows nothing about the matter. The thing looks all right, but it won't do to let even Mary Birkitt's trunk go out without knowing what is in it. So, after having sounded another call for the spinster to make her appearance, the searcher calls for a hammer and chisel, and opens the thing. Nothing alarming is presented. On the top is a very white, and nicely done-up pair of sleeves. Then comes a chemisette, and then a dress, and then-two million of percussion caps. Ah, Mary, that was a sorry dodge. No wonder you didn't answer when your name was called. Why, my dear Mary, you have here more caps than you could wear in a dozen lifetimes. The trunk is confiscated. Stripes flying over his house during all the excitement and tumult. This flag has been an eyesore in that region, and some think to take it down. Brownlow talks in the following style to these persons:"This flag is a private property, upon a private dwelling, in a State that has never voted herself out of the Union, or into the Southern Confederacy, and is, therefore, lawfully and constitutionally under these same Stars and Stripes I have floated over my house. Those who are in rebellion against the Government represented by the Stars and Stripes, have put up the rebel flag, and it is a high piece of work to deny loyal citizens of the Union the privilege of displaying their colors. * "But there is one other feature of this tyranny and of these mobocratic assaults I wish to lay before the people irrespective of parties. There are but few of the leaders of the secession movement in Knoxville, less than half a dozen, for whom I entertain any sort of respect, or whose good opinion I esteem. With one of these I had a free and full conversation more than two weeks ago in regard to this whole question. I told him that we Union men would make the best fight we could at the ballot-box, on the 8th of June, to keep the State in the Union: but if we are overpowered, and a majority of the people of the State should say in this constitutional way that she must secede, we should have to come down, and bring our flag with us, bowing to the will of the majority with the best grace we could. *** The whole Secession party here know this to be the position and purpose of the Union party, but a portion of them seek to bring about personal conflicts, and to engage strangers, under the influence of whis key, to do a dirty and villanous work they have the meanness to do without the courage. "If these God-forsaken scoundrels and hell-deserving assassins want satisfaction for what I have said about them-and it has been no little-they can find me on these streets every day of my life, but Sunday. I am at all times prepared to give them satisfaction. I take back nothing that I have ever said against the corrupt and unprincipled villains, but reiterate all, cast it in their dastardly faces, and hurl down their lying throats their own infamous calumnies. Col. Jones was once going through a train on the scent of suspicious articles. He saw between two seats a small basket. The top was partly raised and discovered some sandwiches, gingerbread, etc. It was of course nothing surprising to see a luncheon basket in the cars. The conductor came up and said, "Finally, the destroying of my small flag, or of "Colonel, an old woman owns that basket; I believe my town property, is a small matter. The carrying she has stepped into the forward car." Well, that out of the State upon the mad wave of secession is was very reasonable. However, just as he was going also a small matter, compared with the great principle to leave it, the Colonel put his little finger under the involved. Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perhandle, to see how much a basket of luncheon weighs, ish, I am a Union man, and owe my allegiance to the you know. But the thing didn't come up. Some Stars and Stripes of my country. Nor can I, in any how it stuck to the floor. He then applied his whole possible contingency, have any respect for the Govhand, and after removing the gingerbread, he discovernment of the Confederate States, originating, as it ered about half a peck of bright brass buttons, which did, and being controlled by the worst men in the were on their way to adorn the uniforms of Virginia South."-Easton (Pa.) Express. rebels. | COURTESIES OF WAR. "Messrs. Editors of the Baltimore American:-A happy circumstance took place in the middle of the Potomac River a few days since at Conrad's Ferry, 25 miles above Georgetown, which, if you deem worthy an insertion in your paper, you can publish, and may the Supreme Ruler of the Universe grant that the rulers of the two sections of our country may follow the example set by the patriotic actors in this scene. "A detachment of the Federal troops were stationed on the northern bank of the river. On the opposite, or southern bank, were stationed a detach Laughed at the sight the direful laugh of scorn. "Oh, pale avenger of thy country's wrong, ment of the Confederate troops, all within hailing dis- | While Europe's despots, growing strong and proud, tance, (the river not more than one-quarter of a mile wide at this point.) A challenge was proclaimed by some two or three of the Federal troops to meet the same number of the Confederate troops in the middle of the river, (which is fordable below the ferry,) shake hands and drink each other's health. The challenge was accepted, and divesting themselves of their arms and a portion of their clothing, they met, exchanged salutations and drank together in mutual friendship. These troops had been skirmishing across the river some six or eight days previous, with cannon, rifles, and musketry. "Yours, &c., "SUGARLAND FOREST, June 25, 1861." B. B. P. "My country, oh, my country! where I stand, "And thou, the great exemplar, having lit The torch that dazzled tyrants, canst thou thrust The sainted patriots cry, "It cannot be !" The God who gave them victory will not see A SONG FOR THE TIME. Pray, who has been "poking fun" at our clever visitor, after this fashion? To soft-solder a foreigner to a moderate extent, may be excusable on the score of politeness; but when such broad humbugs as this are palmed off on intelligent travellers, really it is too bad. We think the "chorus of the State of Sumter, of Spring, so surely will that nobler spirit of patriotism, [As surely as the leaves are coming out under the breath Pinckney, and Marion," has been guilty of a positive which is now stirring the North, create music and songs discourtesy toward Mr. Russell.-Savannah Repub-articulate notes the unwritten music, to which the popuIn the meanwhile, until the poets begin to sing in lican. A VISION IN THE FORUM. BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. I stood within the Forum, and I saw The great triumphal temples, marble white, Then came the great Deliverer, and his way Was arched with banners and o'erstrewn with flowers, And jubilant clarions proudly seemed to say, "United Italy once more is ours! " "United Italy!" I cried, and thrust My voice amid the tumult of the rest, When suddenly pale Brutus from the dust Arose, and pointed to the blushing West. The gladness died within me, for behold, Sweet Peace, affrighted at her brow of ire, And Liberty, with sad averted head, Fled from her presence, weeping as she flew; While crowned Tyranny rushed in instead, Completing all that Discord left to do! The trampled nations sank and wept aloud- lar heart is beating time, the following paraphrase of a few stanzas of Aytoun's "Scottish Cavalier," which may be sung to the familiar tune of "The Old English Gentleman," may do a little service by way of relief.] Come, listen to another song That shall make your heart beat high, Bring the crimson to your forehead, And the lustre to your eye; A song of the days of old, Of the years that have long gone by, Of the brave old Yankee* yeomen For when the news was spread abroad, Far over all our Northern hills They started up as one; And from many a farm and workshop, They watered with their sacred blood The true old Yankee yeomen They were the first to bend the knee The foremost still they trod, Like true old Christian yeomen, We use the term "Yankee" in the sense in which the South uses it, as synonymous with "Free-State men." They gather they gather! true-hearted and brave! The cattle are grazing beneath the green shade, Is lost in the current of martial reviews; The veteran warrior doth buckle once more The falchion which flashed through the battle of yore, With sons and with grandsons, yes! all for the foe, Then haste to the rescue, ye patriot sons, They've roused the old lion, Scott, out of his lair; They gather! they gather! &c. Our country is calling; wake, sons of the true! Was aimed at the banners your fathers have won. When on the tented field, perhaps, Cling unto thy mother, dear; Good-bye, Laura! No regrets From "broils and battles "—(boils, I mean; When badly seasoned, than the bore Of the loudest cannon that can roar)— Back to ease and thee will fly; -Washington Star, Aug. 22. CAMP SONG. BY CAPT. CHARLES WINTER. Written on receipt of the intelligence that the Massachusetts soldiers had been fired on in Baltimore, and the dead bodies kicked about the street. AIR-"Ye Parliaments of England." You'll be sure to rue the day |