Go on with all your hellish work, curse all the nation's laws SIR:-Among the Washington telegraphic despatches of Defile the Constitution, each passage, and each this morning is the following: "WHY THE FORWARD MOVEMENT IS DELAYED. "Army officers declare that it is impossible to make a decided forward movement until more wagons have ar rived. By the 15th of July the builders have contracted to furnish 1,000, and it is claimed that to march with a less number is simply out of the question." Seventy-seven days have elapsed since the nation sprang to arms at its chieftain's call, and yet those immortal geniuses whose sublime military plans we are forbidden to scrutinize are waiting for the wagon. This suggests a new version of the old song: WAIT FOR THE WAGON. I. A hundred thousand Northmen, Why give the traitors time and means With stolen guns, in ambuscades? CHORUS OF CHIEFTAINS. You must wait for the wagons, II. Now, if for army wagons, clause; Your race will be a short one, but remember on your trip, That the boys of the Crusader will ne'er "give up the ship." We have a flag which we can spare, we'll hoist it at your main 'Tis color fast and sure to last, in sunshine or in rain; But do not tramp upon it; be cautious-do not slip; Watch how you go, for you must know, we 66 don't give up the ship." You have heard of seven thousand rebel traitors in a band, Who burnt out Major Anderson with seventy at command; It was a great achievement-'twas great, there is no doubt, But first you had to starve them, before you burnt them out; So now just try your privateers; the Crusaders have a whip Already rove for traitors' necks-they up the ship." "don't give crew; -who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed. Ho! sons of the Puritan! sons of the Roundhead! The foe is advancing, the trumpet hath sounded- Who spake unto Gideon : From green-covered Chalgrave, from Naseby and Marston, Rich with the blood of the Earnest and True, The war-cry of Freedom, resounding, hath passed on The wings of two centuries, and come down to you: "Forward! to glory ye, Though the road gory be! Strong of arm! let your story be, List! list! to the time-honored voices that loudly Called freemen to palaces-tyrants to graves: Let not their blood endure Of cowards and slaves!" But the New York Zouaves are going to take up And old Massachusetts' hills echo the burden: line; They want to see Montgomery, where things are done up fine. They'll spread the Stars and Stripes to view as onward forth they trip; Their vengeance will be terrible-they "don't give up the ship." "Sons of the Pure-in-heart, never give o'er! Though blood flow in rivers, and death be the guerdon, All the sharper your swords be-death welcome the more! Then on to the battle-shock! and if in anguish, Gasping, and feeble-pulsed, low on the field, Struck down by the traitor's fell prowess ye languish, In Jehovah behold ye your Refuge and Shield! Or, if, in victory, Doubts shall come thick to ye, Trust in Him-He shall speak to ye Ho! sons of the Puritan! sons of the Roundhead! Raise the old pennon's staff! Let the fierce cannons laugh, Till the votaries of Ammon's calf Blaspheme ye no more! -Boston Transcript, July 3. COMPROMISE. Inscribed to the Congress of the United States, assembled in Extra Session, July 4, 1861. BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. Compromise! Who dares to speak it Compromise! while angels tremble Has our valor stooped so low? Face to face to meet the foe? Compromise is Treason's ally, Traitors' refuge, cowards' raid; All the wrongs that Justice suffers Flourish in its deadly shade. Compromise is base undoing Of the deeds our fathers wrought; They, for Right and Freedom suingWe, disdaining what they bought. No! By all the Mayflower's peril As he knelt with reverent knee; When the tried, the true, the brave, Name, and life, and sacred honor, To the Roll of Freedom gave; By the tears, the march, the battle, By our fathers' stainless shield, That which God and heroes left us, We will never, never yield! VOL. II.-POETRY 9 Hear it! ye who sit in council, We, the People, tell you so! Compromise-then Separation- Who would sail the Mississippi? Sacramento's sands of gold? Patriot graves, and fields of fame? Compromise-we scorn the offer! "Firm and free and one forever!" SIGNING THE VIRGINIA ORDINANCE OF SECESSION. -The hour for signing the ordinance of secession having arrived, the Secretary produced that glorious instrument, elegantly executed, and, spreading it out on the clerk's table, Mr. Janney, the President, descended from his chair, and, with a dignity and firmness worthy of the noblest Roman, affixed his name, and returned to his seat. It was observed that Mr. Janney tried and rejected several pens before he was suited, evincing that he felt he was about to transmit his name to the latest posterity, and of course was desirous of impressing it on the parchment in the best style he could. All the members present came up as they were called by the Secretary, and affixed their names. Another report of the proceeding says:-In the course of calling the roll, several members who had voted against the ordinance of secession asked leave to say a few words in explanation of the reasons why they were now going to sign that instrument. The argument used by Mr. Armstrong was in effect the same that those who followed used; that is, that though he voted against the ordinance in Convention, he had voted for it at the polls, and would now sign it, because circumstances had transpired, in the action of the Federal Government, and in the overwhelming voice of the people of the State, which made it the duty of every patriot to stand by the State. Mr. Early and Mr. Woods, of Barbour, followed in the same strain in explanation of their course. Timothy Rives prefaced the act of signing the ordinance, by saying, that he had regarded secession as a revolutionary right, and he desired to put the word revolution against his signature. Many members were absent when the roll was called. Several came in after their names had been called, and signed; others were on military duty, and were absent from necessary causes. After the ordinance was signed, the Convention went into secret session.-a-dozen miles or more south of Phillippa, have since Richmond Dispatch. at full gallop, attired in but a single garment. In fact, "the boys" persist in giving the affair but two names: the one, "The Phillippa Races;" and the other, "The Shirt-Tail Retreat." Farmers living halfcome in with the statements that the brave cavaliers came up to their doors begging for pairs of breeches to cover their nakedness; whilst one man insists that their commander, Col. Porterfield, came to his house in precisely the same condition with so many of the rest of them. ANECDOTE OF PHILLIPPA.-Among the troops in Western Virginia, stories about the Phillippa affair still form a staple of conversation. Here is one of the best-A certain Indiana company, almost worn out with march, was straggling along with very little regard to order. Hurrying up to his men, the captain shouted, "Close up, boys! d-n you, close up! If the enemy were to fire on you when you're straggling along that way, they couldn't hit a d-d one of you! Close up!" And the boys closed up in-gery complete, was captured at his head-quarters! mediately.—Buffalo Express, June 22. 66 AN INCIDENT OF THE GREAT BETHEL FIGHT.-Orderly Sergeant Goodfellow, of Col. Allen's regiment, was mortally wounded in the breast. He handed his musket to a comrade, and several flocked around him. Oh," said he, "I guess I've got to go," and he placed his hand upon the wound. "Oh, don't mind me, boys," he continued; "go on with the fight; don't stop for me!" and pressing away those who attempted to support him, he sank down upon the ground. Just at that instant his colonel passed, and looking up to him, he gasped, "Good-bye, colonel!" Col. Allen turned ghastly white as he observed it. He bit his lips, too much moved to speak, and rushed on to avenge his death.-Idem. INCIDENTS OF PHILLIPPA. } Without hazarding an opinion on so delicate a subject, I may remark that one thing is certainhowever the brave Colonel may have been arrayed, he didn't take time to put on his uniform, since that, with the epaulettes, cocked hat, and the whole tog When the rebels got down to Beverly, they were not at all ashamed about running. They solemnly assured the good people there, that they had been attacked at Phillippa by 20,000 Northern abolitionists, with 20 pieces of artillery; that they had cut their way through at least 10,000 of the enemy to make good their escape, and that even then 30,000 more were marching around by way of Clarksburg to cut off their retreat! Among the secession flags captured was a very beautiful silk banner which had been presented to a brave secession captain, only the evening before the rout, by some fair secession ladies. On receiving the flag, the captain had made a gallant speech, assuring the bewitching donors that it should lead him and his company ever to victory or death; that where the battle was thickest, there it should wave; that it should never trail dishonored in the mire; that rather HEAD-QUARTERS U. S. VOLUNTEERS, would he spill his life's blood in its defence, and, GRAFTON, WESTERN VA., Monday, June 10. dying, wrap his body in its gorgeous folds. When Phillippa is almost deserted by the inhabitants. It that unmannerly cannon-ball from the Cleveland arwas noted as the strongest secession town in Western tillery on the hill came crashing through the camp, Virginia. Before the advent, and speedy pell-mell this heroic captain forgot all about the flag he had rout of the rebels, the place had a population of per- so gallantly received the night before, and led the haps two thousand. Scarcely a fourth of that num-column-out of danger, as fast as their legs could ber now remain, while the rest have left their houses carry them! standing open, furnished and ready for the accommodation of the loyal troops, and have fled to the mountain passes or to Eastern Virginia. A few stoutly maintain their former views, and are entitled to credit for a degree of courage, which, if manifested by the rebel troops, would have left that town, a week ago to-day, the scene of fearful slaughter. Among the number are a couple of pretty and plucky secession girls, who in the very face of three thousand Union troops, flushed with the triumph of easy victory, persist in wearing the rebel rosettes and "secession aprons." When the rebels began to run, Col. Lander (of California duelling, grisly bear and Potter-Prior notoriety) could no longer content himself at his post, on the brow of the hill, with the artillery. The hill is so steep, that no man in his sane moments would think of riding either down or up it; but down Col. Lander plunged, at a break-neck gallop, leaped a fence at the foot, thundered through the bridge hard on the heels of the charging infantry, and dashed through the streets in advance of the column, to look after the baggage of the flying rebels. Our forces, and other eye-witnesses of the affair, declare that the rebels were in too great a hurry about taking to their heels to wait for any such perilous ceremony as putting on their clothes. Hundreds of gallant chivalry, it is positively averred, started off When Captain Ferry of the Indiana Volunteers brought in the flags, this one had evidently been trampled in the mud, and the marks of dirty boots were still on it. Some of the troops, particularly the Virginians, who were outraged at what they considered the murder of their brave Col. Kelly, in the first flush of victory committed some depredations on the inhabitants. The colonel commanding has taken prompt measures to redress such grievances, and for a day or two a "Court of Inquiry" has been sitting on these cases. One of the first parties to come before this Abolition Court of Inquiry, was the wife of the editor of the Barbour Jeffersonian. She swore that a very valuable saddle had been taken from her hus band's stable, and that of her own personal knoudedge she knew that one of the Abolition troops had taken it; whereupon she modestly begged payment in full (very full) for this saddle of her husband's! To cap the climax, a respectable citizen came in immediately afterwards, and swore that he himself saw one of the secessionists taking this saddle, when preparing for his hasty flight!-N. Y. Express. THE Charleston Courier complains that “healthy, vigorous men, under forty-five years of age, can be seen at every turn, who are taking no part in defence of their own honor and interests. Some hold back because others do; some must have commissions; | view. He was instantly seized and searched, and some have families, or business, or are members of despatches were found upon him from the rebel Gen. organizations which they know will not be ordered Johnston to Mr. Alvey. McMullin forthwith stripped out of the city; some are legally or professionally the rebel spy, dressed one of his own men in the exempt." rebel's clothes, gave him Johnston's letter, and started him off to see Mr. Alvey. The despatches, however, had been nicely opened, copies taken, and then resealed. 66 We cannot wonder at this gentlemanly reluctance to face the music. How should the immaculate 'chivalry" wish to encounter the unwashed "mudsills "? To what company does the editor of the Courier belong?-Louisville Journal. INCIDENTS OF THE WAR.-A correspondent, writing from Jefferson City, Missouri, relates the following incidents : เ "The Platte Valley steamer was recently brought to by the guns of the St. Louis arsenal, with a load of traitors and contraband. The first shot, a blank cartridge, produced no effect. The next was a shell, which was made to explode a little beyond the boat; and this also was disregarded. The third, a large ball, passed just above her deck, between the chimneys and the wheel-house, and had the effect to set the bell ringing and the whistle screaming, which signals of acquiescence were continued till the boat reached the landing. Why, sir,' said the captain to the gunner, did you mean to sink me?" 'Certainly,' was the cool reply; 'I am ordered to fire one harmless shot at least; I gave you the benefit of two, and aimed a third at your engine, but the gun was ranged a little too high. I did not want to hit your boilers, and scald you all to death; but the next time I shall sink you at the second shot!' 'For God's sake, don't trouble yourself,' replied the captain; just send a small boy down to tap a drum whenever you want me, and I'll come to at once.' Maj. Rawlings tells an anecdote in the same vein, of a prominent secession lawyer of St. Louis. Major,' said he, lately, 'I am a choleric man, and I find it won't do. I am getting to have a profound respect for Minié bullets. Won't you do me the favor to get me one; and whenever I find my temper rising against the Dutch, I will put my hand in my pocket, and feel a bullet, and that will cool me off!' The Major got the bullet for him, and the effect seems to be equal to the expectation. Certainly it is better to have one in the pocket than in the body, if the effect on one's loyalty is just the same. "Some one inquired of Col. Boernstein how long he should remain here. 'I don't know,' he replied with a French shrug of the shoulder; perhaps a year; so long as the Governor chooses to stay away. I am Governor now, you see, till he comes back!' His notions of freedom of speech and the press he expressed freely, like this:All people zall speak vot dey tink, write vot dey pleazhe, and be free to do any tink dey pleazhe-only dey zall speak and write no treason!'' -National Intelligencer. THE ARREST OF R. H. ALVEY.-A correspondent at Hagerstown, Md., says :-" You were told in a former letter of the arrest of R. H. Alvey. The importance of the event is scarcely exceeded by the manner in which it was consummated, and which is worth relating. Capt. Billy McMullin, of the Philadelphia Independent Rangers, who act as Gen. Patterson's body-guard, is the 'sharp' man of this military division. One night last week a picket guard stopped a man on the road to Hagerstown, who answered the guard's inquiries by saying that he wished to see Gen. Patterson; but when about to be introduced at head-quarters, wished to evade the inter "McMullin's man was received by Alvey, who thus fell into the trap most beautifully. Alvey unfolded all his plans, and gave him written answers to Johnston's despatches. The supposed friend conveyed Alvey's documents to Gen. Patterson. The arrest took place quietly the next day. When Alvey was confronted with the documents, and the indisputable evidence of his own treachery, it is said he was completely unmanned, and sank under the burden of his guilt."-Buffalo Express, July 3. WAR SONNET. If infamy were but a word, not thing, With words we'd meet it, and with bandied blame Advance great Freedom's language, till the shame Cowered before Persuasion's iron ring. For eloquence can only strike and sting Where mind is baffled, and, like hunted game, Tired by pursuit, and growing weakly tame, Yields to the fatal shot its wearied wing. But with Rebellion, reeling to and fro, Drunk with a mad despair, it is not so; And words would vitalize as quick the dead, As compromise a peace with such a foe. Then, is a nation's duty plainly read; Then, is a nation's eloquence-a blow! C. K. T. A RUNAWAY SLAVE'S TESTIMONY.-The following is the verbatim testimony of Luis Herod, a slave, who came into camp at Newport News, Va., June 24: "I was 22 years this last April 15th gone; I was borned in Mulberry Island; my massa's name was John Green, sir; he has been gone now, reckon about four weeks; he is now in Yorktown; he was a real bad man; he has licked me dyvers a time; he always licked me wid a cowhide, made out a cow's skin; he went away telling us colored folks dat dese ere dam Yankees were coming to work us like mules, and dat we must hoe his corn and stay by de old home; I stayed dare four weeks after massa quit; day geb us only two pounds of meat, and a peck o' meal to feed us a week, and lick us hard at dat; I was in Yorktown week afore last to see my mass', me and six more o' de boys, and day put us to work cutting hay for de horses; I worked in Yorktown on de fort dare; found it warry hard; I reckon 'bout hundred warry poor white folks worked wid me and us oder slaves in de fort; de oder men ride about on fine horses, and get drunk ebery day; de women are all gone out o' Yorktown; dare is only about 15 or 20 houses in dare in dat air Yorktown; de soldiers hab few tents like dese ere; de richest ob um hab tents, and de poorest ob um make bush houses; when I left dare last Saturday, day had 9 guns on de fort dare; day hab four or five pointed out so as to shoot in de riber; when we work on dat dare fort, day come up and say, Hura, boys! hurry up dat dare fort; de Yankees will be here directly, and dig de trench deep, so dat de dam Yankees fall in, and break deir dam necks; more dan half ob de soldiers hab guns, and de oders say day espect some from |