etc. They informed us that they were from South-
Carolina, and if we would not fire upon them in the
morning, they would come out and talk with us.

Morning came, and with it a friendly conversation
ensued, at first under cover of trees, and as they gain
ed confidence, either party came out from cover. They
told us that they lived principally upon fresh meat
and " sponge" "soft bread; "shingles" hard bread
had played out with them. Salt was not within
their limits, it being twenty dollars a sack. Coffee
could not be got it was a luxury not enjoyed by a
soldier. We asked them if they had any " salt-junk ?"
No, they had not got down to pickled mule, yet.

The Monitor, they averred, was a humbug; the
Merrimac a big thing. She was not injured by the
Monitor, but broke off her iron prow by collision with
the Cumberland ; had been on the dry dock, and was
launched the day before. They had a large story of
our being whipped at Corinth, but since then their
pickets have owned up that they were well used-up at
that point.

They are not allowed to read any thing but the
Richmond Dispatch, and they said that lied like h .
When the time came for them to be relieved, they
told us to look out for ourselves, as there was a new
crowd coming on, and they would not be responsible
for what they would do. And sure enough, in a short
time the ball was again opened by whistling bullets



By the brave blood that floweth like a river,
Hurl thou a thunderbolt from out thy quiver !
Break thou the strong gates ! Every fetter shiver
Smite and deliver !

Slay thou our foes, or turn them to derision,
Till, through the blood-red Valley of Decision,
Peace on our fields shine, like a prophet s vision,
Green and elysian !



AN INCIDENT. A correspondent at Seven Pines,
Va., relates the following :

An incident of adventure characteristic of the An
derson Zouave, and of rigorous barbarism character
istic of the blood-earnest warfare of these rebels. On
picket yesterday, Henry Oehl, of company G, Ander
son Zouaves, with a comrade, went forward to a dis
tant farm-house, to get information, and enlarge his
topographical knowledge of Virginia. The farmer
came into the yard, and conversation sprang up be
tween the three. "Suddenly," said Oehl, "twenty
rebel soldiers rose like ghosts from the edge of the
woods just beyond the house, and rushed toward us,
calling to us to surrender. Not being much in that
line of business, we raised our pieces, and let fly at
them." They returned the fire. A ball struck (Mil s
right hand, knocked his musket out of it, and entered
the abdomen at the centre, and went out at the left
side. To run had now become a duty. Oehl doubled
the corner of the house, and made for the nearest re
cesses of the White Oak Swamp, via a corn-field, and the
bushy covers of a line of old rail-fence. The chase
was a keen one. Ochl s coolness, cunning and cou
rage saved him. Embosomed in the swamp, he watch
ed his own hurt, and plugged the wound through his
abdomen with his fingers. Soon he saw his pursuers
return to the house, talk a moment with the farmer,
gesticulate forcibly to the doomed man. Some
him, and some entered his house. The hidden



from our opposing friends. They told us that Gen.
Magruder was on a drunk the day before, and was
putting on his airs, as usual, when in that condition.



We were thirty hours on this picket, and all were well j
pleased with the novelty of the service



Zouave was near enough to the building to catch the
sounds within of the shrieking of children. Imme
diately these rushed out of the door, followed by
smoke, and soon by flame. The ruffians burned the
Virginian s house over his head, for the crime of talk
ing with Northern soldiers who entered his yard, and
Oehl says he feels sure that they killed him beside.
Are these people barbarians, or are they only earnest
in carrying on war? While this tragedy of Virginia
justice was in performance, at the house adjoining
Massachusetts soldiers were buying hoc - cakes for
twenty-five cents apiece, eggs at fifty cents a dozen, and
butter at seventy-five cents a pound, and playfully sus
tained the abuse of the virago on the profitable side
of this commerce, who gnashingly informed the sol-



A WAR HYMN.

BY THEODORE TILTON.

Thou who ordainest, for the- land s salvation,
Famine and fire, and sword and lamentation,
Now unto Thee we lift our supplication
God save the Nation !

By the great sign, foretold, of thy appearing
Coming in clouds, while mortal men stand fearing-
Show us, amid this smoke of battle clearing,
Thy chariot nearing !



diers that they would "catch falling fits" in a few
days. N. Y. Tribune.



STATE STREET, BOSTON. 10 A.M. Stocks feverish,
a rebel having been seen making towards Winchester
with a loaded pistol.

11 A.M. Stocks lower, a rebel skiff" having crossed
the James River, throwing brick-bats at one of our
gunboats.

12 M. Great reaction in stocks, a telegram having
just been received that Jeff Davis is down with the
cholera morbus.

1 PtM ._lt is reported that Davis took paregoric and
is now better ; stocks depressed ; government sixes
declined two per cent.

2 P.M. Stocks buoyant, the news of the taking of



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two blacksmiths shops and a buggy, by eight members
of Banks s cavalry, having infused fresh confidence into
the market.

2.30 P.M. A rain has just commenced. Stocks
lower, as operators fear the rain may carry away the
James River ; 7 30s declined 1^- per cent since the
shower commenced.



YE BALLADE OF MAXS. LOVELL.

Mans. Lovell he mounted his General s steed,

All on the New-Orleans levee ;
And he heard the guns of old Cockee But-ler,

A sounding all over the sea sea sea
A-sounding all over the sea !

" Oh ! what shall I do ?" Mans. Lovell he said

" Oh ! what shall I do ?" said he ;
" For this Butler s an old Massachusetts man,

And he ll hang up a traitor like me me me
He ll hang up a traitor like me !

Mans. Lovell he called for a brandy cock-tail,

And galloped from off the levee ;
And he vamosed New-Orleans, betwixt two days,

As fast as his steed could flee flee flee
As fast as his steed could flee !

Mansfield Lovell ! you left New- York,

A rebel and traitor to be ;
But, if ever you re caught by Cockee But-ler,

Look out for your precious bod-ee deedee
Look out for your precious bod-ee !

THE PLOT AGAINST THE PRESIDENT S LIFE. For a
long time it was believed that an Italian barber of this
city was the Orsini who undertook to slay President
Lincoln on his journey to the capital in February, 1861,
and it is possible he was one of the plotters ; but it
has come out on a recent trial of a man named Byrne
in Richmond, that he was the captain of the band that
was to take the life of Mr. Lincoln. This Byrne used
to be a notorious gambler of Baltimore, and emigrated
to Richmond shortly after the nineteenth of April, of
bloody memory. He was recently arrested in Jeft
Davis s capital on a charge of keeping a gambling-
house and of disloyalty to the chief traitor s pretended
government. Wigfall testified to Byrne s loyalty to
the rebel cause, and gave in evidence that Byrne was
the captain of the gang who were to kill Mr. Lincoln,
and upon this evidence, it appears, he was let go.
Providence Journal, April 4.

THE negroes of Colonel L. A. Jordan, of Georgia,
hearing that he had a company on the coast named
after him, made with their own hands, and presented
through their master to Lieutenant Moffett, of the Jor
dan Greys, seventy-six pair of socks, part wool and
part cotton. Memphis Appeal and Norfolk Day
Book, April 2.



LIBERTYTOWN, MD., March 24. On Thursday of
last week four young men of the city of Frederick
came to the good old town of Liberty, and whilst pass
ing the Stars and Stripes floating from a pole at the
west end of the town, took occasion, we are told, to curse
that time-honored emblem, and say something about
taking it down. Hearing, however, that they would be
i-alled to account for their rebellious acts, they loaded
iheir pistols before leaving the hotel, we are told, and



said what they would do if attacked. Now comes the
J 4 fun ." About five o clock the carriage is seen com
ing up the hill, and when nearly opposite the flag, two
of our citizens walked out into the middle of the street
and gave the command, " Halt" which was promptly
obeyed. The next command was : * Salute that flag.
After an excuse or two about a " bad cold," and " how
salute it? they gave a weak "cheer." The answer
was, " That won t do ; a little louder !" and the second
time their voices raised considerable; but "louder
yet" was commanded, and the third time they gave a
mighty good proof of strong lungs. They were then
ordered to curse Secessionism, and they did so, after
which they were allowed to pass on, wise r, if not bf^ier
men. Banner of Liberty, March 24.



^ April 1. At Charleston, South-Carolina, the fall of
Newbern created the greatest consternation. The fire-
eaters ridiculed the North-Carolina troops, charging
them with cowardice. The shopkeepers and bakers
of Charleston also refused to receive North-Carolina
money, and there being two North-Carolina regiments
there at the time, a revolt was the consequence, and
the shops were broken opsn and the troops helped
themselves. These regiments refused to serve any
longer, and were allowed to return home. Baltimore
American, April 2.

A PENNSYLVANIA REBEL. Among the rebels taken
at Winchester was Lieutenant George C. Junkin, a na
tive of this State, and a son of Rev. D. X. Junkin, a
Presbyterian minister. Dr. Junkin was a resident of
Hollidaysburgh, in this State, for some eight or nine
years, and was appointed a chaplain in the navy in
1858 by President Buchanan a position which he
now holds, and is stationed at Newport, Rhode Island.
He was among the first to join the rebel army, and re
ceived a lieutenant s commission. As soon as the
father heard it, he secured the necessary documents,
both from the powers at Washington and the rebel
powers at Richmond, with which he proceeded to Har
per s Ferry, and used every exertion to induce his son
to resign and go North with him. This George refus
ed to do under any consideration, and the loyal father
was compelled to disown him and leave him to his
fate. It is a singular coincidence that in the first battle
in which he was engaged after Bull Run, that he was
compelled to face and fight against many of his old
friends and acquaintances from Hollidaysburgh and
vicinity, who were in the Eighty-fourth regiment.
Immediately after his capture his father applied for his
release, and at his instance the young rebel has since
been discharged. Pittsburgh (Pa.) Chronicle.



ENERGY OF YANKEE SOLDIERS. A party of rebel
soldiers went up from Fort Macon and destroyed tho
most important bridge upon the railroad that across
the creek near Lucknow, or Newport station, eight
miles below Havelock. The object was evidently to
prevent the advance of the Union forces eastward, to
Morehead City and Beaufort. On the Sunday follow
ing Major Wright, in command of the Fifth Rhode Is
land, arrived at the bridge, and, after examining its con
dition, reported to Generals Parke and Rurnside, when
the latter ordered the immediate reconstruction of the
bridge. Major Wright, who is one of the most tho
rough civil engineers connected with the expedition,
and a practical mechanic, was charged with the execu
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of mechanics, were detailed to cooperate. A number
of colored mechanics, picked up in the neighborhood,
were also brought into use. The bridge was a truss
structure of one hundred and ninety feet span, and
cost nearly one hundred thousand dollars. Five weeks
would have been allowed to build such a work, with
all the materials at hand for the purpose. It required
two days to remove the debris of the old wreck. He
commenced work on Monday morning. An old se
cession fort near the place furnished timber, and the
iron rods were cut up into fastenings to secure the up
right supports upon the old posts. On Friday evening
the track was complete over the creek, and on Satur
day every thing was ready for a train of fifty tons
weight to pass over. Baltimore American, April 11.



A YANKEE MILLWRIGHT. Captain Arnold, of com
pany E, Rhode Island Fourth regiment, after the battle
of the fourteenth, was ordered to take possession of
the cross-roads at Havelock station. Near this place
he came upon a large and valuable property, in the
shape of a corn and flour-mill, combined with a saw
mill, belonging to Dr. Master, of Newborn. He found
the place deserted, and the machinery purposely thrown
out of gear to prevent its use by the Yankees. The
turbine wheel had wedges and clogs placed in it, so
that it would be both difficult and dangerous to attempt
to start the mill. Being a practical mechanic, and
withal possessing some experience in the management
of mills, Captain Arnold immediately discovered " what
was the matter with the mill." He drew down the
pond, came to the seat of the difficulty, repaired dam
ages, and in a few hours the mill was jogging along as
good as new, doing good service in the cause of the
Union by grinding corn-meal for the use of the troops.
After it had been restored, a person, claiming to be
an agent of Jhe Doctor, made his appearance, when
every thing being made satisfactory, the premises were
gracefully turned over to him without any charges for
repairs. Baltimore American, April 11.



"GOD IS A UNION MAN."

An article from the Louisville Journal contains the following
paragraph :

" There is a retribution in the glorious victories which grace
our Heaven inspired cause. When the Union troops marched
through one of our towns with the beaming Stars and Stripes
waving over them, a beautiful rainbow (a bow of promise, let
us hope a covenant of honorable peace) appeared in the hea
vens. A little boy, perceiving it, ran to his mother, exclaiming :
Mother, God is a Union man ! His mother asked him his rea
sons for thinking so. He replied that he had seen his flag in
the sky, and it was rerl, white, and blue! Every soldier m
arms, and every patriot who loves the land he lives in, feels that
God is a Union man, for this nation has been his peculiar care,
and its people have been his people. The Union troops, then,
are God s soldiers, fighting for the right and for the truth. > Let
them go on, then, conquering and to conquer. Thrice is he
armed who hath his quarrel just, and what cause so just as that
which wars for the preservation of our Union, reared by patriot
prayers and patriot blood ?"

The beautiful incident immediately suggested the following im
promptu lines :

The soldier s tread, as he marched along,
Kept time to the patriot s Union song,

As the nation s banner he waved ;
From window and door the crowd looked forth
To see the brave of the loyal North,

And they shouted : " The State will be saved I"

The sun looked down from his throne above
And he seemed to say, with a glow of love
" Bright, bright be the path of the true ;



Away, away to the field of blood !

You march in a cause both wise and good,

To the tune of The Red, White, and Blue; *

The clouds as they sped in their noiseless path,
Responsively shouted, but not in wrath,

All hail to the brave Union boys !
And the tears of joy they shed on their way,
And their echoing thunders seemed to say,

We share in your valorous joys.

They paused in their flight, and in glory arrayed,
A beauteous bow as a banner displayed,

Which augured the conquest of peace.
mother ! exclaimed a bright boy as he ran,
Our God whom we serve is a Union man !

And the Union can never cease.

My patriot boy ! why, why think you so ?
The rebels all boast that Jehovah doth know

Their cause is the right and the true !
But mother, I ve seen, as the soldiers passed by,
God s banner afloat o er their heads in the sky ;

That flag of "the Red, White, and Blue !"

Oh ! God s for the Union ! rebellion he ll crush.
And the tumult of war he will speedily hush,

And our banner in triumph be waved
O er the East and the West, o er the North and the

South ;
And He in his mercy will fill every mouth

With shoutings Jehovah hath saved !

His bow in the clouds is his banner on high,
Its promise is peace, and rebellion shall die,

The Union be stronger than ever !
No treason at home, nor proud envy abroad,
Shall sunder in madness one strand of the cord

That binds us in Union NO, NEVER ! C.



OUR MOUNTAIN SOLDIERS.

BY MARION DOUGLAS.

Hurrah ! hurrah ! let traitor hearts
And traitor hands be wary ;
Our country calls her eagle down,
From off her mountain eyry !

As chainless as the streams that leap,
Amid their granite ledges ;
As hardy as the pines that spring
Around their mountain edges,

They come, the heroes of the North t
In all their gallant daring ;
The trusty bayonet and gun,
The starry banner bearing.

As bright, as when its beauty nerved
Our fathers hearts of iron ;
As when, before its burning stars
Fled back the British Lion !

What if, -with hands unused to hold
The musket or the sabre,
They looked for calmer scenes of toil,
And humble fields of labor.

The simple garb of peaceful life
No coward spirits wore it ;
The wind, that stirs the corn, may rise
And drive the clouds before it.



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Their country s sword ! no quiet joys
Could tempt them to refuse it !
The deathless courage in their hearts
Shall teach them how to use it.

They leave not, conscript-like, their homes,
All dreary and benighted ;
The fire, that glows within their hearts,
Was at their hearth-stones lighted !

The fairest scenes, the dearest eyes
They manfully resigned them ;
Their parting words, though brief and sad,
Lei t prouder friends behind them.

And not unblessed they come ; their brows
Were kissed by saintly mothers ;
Fond wives will for their husbands pray,
And sisters for their brothers.

Then speed them forward ! they shall write
Our country s proudest story
Or, if they die, their falling place
Will be the field of glory !
Hurrah ! hurrah ! let traitor hearts
And traitor hands be wary ;
Our country calls her eagle down,
From off her mountain eyry.



BRAVE BOYS ARE THEY.

Heavily falls the rain,

Wild are the breezes to-night ;
But neath the roof, the hours as they fly

Are happy, and calm, and bright.
Gathering round our fire-side,
Though it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad,

Forgetting the midnight chime.
CHORUS. Brave boys are they !

Gone at their country s call ;
And yet, and yet, we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall.

Under the homestead roof

Nestled so cozy and warm,
While soldiers sleep, with little or naught

To shelter them from the storm,
Resting on grassy couches,

Pillowed on hillocks damp ;
Of martial fare, how little we know,

Till brothers are in the camp.

Thinking no less of them,

Loving our country the more,
We sent them forth to fight for the flag

Their fathers before them bore.
Though the great tear-drops started,

This was our parting trust :
God bless you, boys ! we ll welcome you home.

When rebels are in the dust.

May the bright wings of love

Guard them wherever they roam ;
The time has come when brothers must fight,

And sisters must pray at home.
Oh ! the dread field of battle !

Soon to be strewn with graves !
If brothers fall, then bury them where

Our banner in triumph waves.
CHORUS. Brave boys are they !

Gone at their country s call ;
And yet, and yet, we cannot forget
That many brave boys must fall.



RAMS.

BT FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER.

Who, indeed, would have thought that it ever could

chance

That dogmatical England and complaisant France,
Who have always known every thing under the sun ;
Who have always thought first of whatever we ve

done ;
Who have scarce deigned our Eagle the slightest

salam
Should fall flat to adore an American Ram?

There have always been Rams ! Father Adam, wo

know,

Found some Rams in his garden a long time ago:
In the raising of Rams Abel took much delight ;
And a Ram was concerned in the very first tight
And the first Ram afloat, we may further remark,
Was the Ram which old Noah took into the Ark !

Then, it seems, there were Rams which were tied up

in stalls,

Driven out to do battle by butting down walls
Alexander, Marcellus, and Sylla, we find,
Had a great many Rams of this desperate kind,
And when Titus encamped mid Jerusalem s palms,
It is said that the Hebrews saw nothing but Rams !

After these there came Rams not inclining to fights
Rams resembling good Joshua s Gibeonites,
Which were "drawers of water" Hydraulic Rams
Quite domestic, and commonly found with their dams !
May such Rams still continue to thrive and increase
With the limitless Ramifications of peace !

Thus, we Ram-ble along through the cycles of Time,
Finding History s Ram-page is rather sublime !
But the Ram of all Rams is the Ram of our day,
Which is shaking the world with a Ram-pant dismay !
Iron-harnessed, steam-driven, it sweeps o er the sea
Our American Ram-part ! the shield of the free !



SAYS PRIVATE MAGUIRE.

BY T. B. ALDRICH.

I must beg the pardon of Private Maguire of the New-York
regiment for thus publicly putting his sentiments into verse.
The following lyric will assure him that I have not forgotten
low generously he shared his scanty blanket with me, one ter
rible night in the Virginia woods, when a blanket was worth
ifty dollars an inch.

Och ! it is nate to be captain or colonel,
Divil a bit would I want to be higher,

But to rust as a private I think s an infernal
Predicament surely," says Private Maguire.

T/ici/ can go sparkin and playin at billiards,
With money to spend for their slightest desire ,

Lonfin , and atin , and dhrinkin at Williard s,

While were on the pickets," says Private Maguire.

Livin in clover, they think it s a thrifle

To stand out all night in the rain and the mire,

And a rebel hard by with a villainous rifle
Jist ready to pop ye," says Private Maguire.

Faith, now, it s not that I m afther complainin :

I m spilin to meet ye, Jeff Davis, Esquire !_
Ye blag-gard ; it s only I m weary of thrainin ,
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" Oh ! now, for a row ! but Maguire be aisy,

Keep yourself sweet for the inimy s fire,
McClellan s the saplin that shortly will plaze ye,
Be the holy St. Pathrick !" says Private Maguire

" And, lad, if you re hit, (Oh ! bedad, that infernal

Jimmy O Dowd would make up to Maria !)
"Whether ye re captain or major or colonel,

Ye ll die with the best, then !" says Private Maguire,



THE UXRETURNING BRAVE.

BY JOSEPHINE WILLIAMSON.

How many reeking swords have found a sheath

Within the hearts of our bold, fallen braves ;
How many forms now claim beneath

The sods of alien States a warrior s grave.
Early they ve mingled with their parent dust

Fulfilled the promise to their fathers made.
To uphold Freedom was their trust,

With traitor s blood they ve stained their swords
bright blade.

They waved their glistering falchions in the air,

They soaked the sods of earth in human gore
Poured out their life s libation then and there,

And pierced bold treason to its heart s deep core.
The same great God still reigns in heaven above

That reigned when all earth s victories have been

won ;
His grace doth still extend both peace and love,

As in the days of our own WASHINGTON.

Oh ! for the words to curse this Union" 1 s foe,

Whose blighting hand on happiness is laid ;
May peace and freedom now give place to woe,

And each black heart see all its fond hopes fade.
May all earth s joys but mock their eager sight,

Be phantoms which dissolve themselves in air ;
May they through blackened darkness see the light,

Which cannot burst upon their souls despair.

The Mien brave ! they need no " sculptured stone "

To laud their fame throughout this nation wide
Enshrined in loyal hearts their deeds alone

Shall be Columbia s boast, Columbia s pride.
Though Southern winds their solemn requiems sigh,

And Southern stars watch o er their lonely graves ;
Their souls have joined the army up on high,

With Christ who giveth victory to the brave.

NKWPORT, KY., April 24, 1862.



TO THE SECESSION SYMPATHIZER.

NO THANKS TO YOU.

TWILL be no thanks to you, good sir !

Twill be no thanks to you,
When our troops come marching home from war ;

The Red, the White, the Blue,
Still floating o er them like a cloud