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Think! and strike home! the fabled might

Of Titans were a feeble power
To that with which your arms should smite

In the next awful battle-hour !
And deadlier than the bolts of heaven
Should flash your fury's fatal leven!
No pity! let your thirsty bands

Drink their warm fill at caitiff veins;
Dip deep in blood your wrathful hands,

Nor pause to wipe those crimson stains. Slay! slay! with ruthless sword and will The God of vengeance bids you" kill !" Yes! but there's one who shall not die

In battle harness ! One for whom
Lurks in the darkness silently

Another and a sterner doom !
A warrior's end should crown the brave
For him, swift cord! and felon grave!
As loathsome, charnel vapors melt,

Swept by invisible winds to nought,
So, may this fiend of lust and guilt

Die like nightmare's hideous thought ! Nought left to mark the mother's name, Save—immortality of shame!


Cæsar, afloat with his fortunes!

And all the world agog
Straining its eyes
At a thing that lies

In the water, like a log!
It's a weasel ! a whale!
I see its tail !

It's a porpoise ! a polywog!
Tarnation ! it's a turtle !

And blast my bones and skin, My hearties sink her, Or else you'll think her

A regular terror-pin ! The frigate poured a broadside !

The bombs they whistled well, But-hit old Nick With a sugar stick!

It didn't phase her shell !

“STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY." Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails,

Stir up the camp-fire bright;
No matter if the canteen fails,

We'll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong,
To swell the brigade's rousing song

Of “Stonewall Jackson's Way.”

Piff, from the creature's larboard

And dipping along the water
A bullet hissed
From a wreath of mist

Into a Doodle's quarter!

We see him now-the old slouched hat

Cocked o'er his eye askew, Thy shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat,"

So calm, so blunt, so true. The “Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well; Says he, “ That's Banks-he's fond of shell; Lord save his soul ! we'll give him "-well,

That's “Stonewall Jackson's way.”

Raff, from the creature's starboard

Rip, from his ugly snorter,
And the Congress and
The Cumberland

Sunk, and nothing-shorter.

Silence ! ground arms! kneel all ! caps off!

Old Blue-Light's going to pray, Strangle the fool that dares to scoff!

Attention! it's his way. Appealing from bis native sod, In forma pauperis to God"Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod !

Amen !” That's “Stonewall's way.”

Now, here's to you, Virginia,

And you are bound to win! By your rate of bobbing round

And your way of pitchin' inFor you are a cross Of the old sea-horse

And a regular terror-pin.

He's in the saddle now. Fall in!

Steady ! the whole brigade !
Hill's at the ford, cut off-we'll win

His way out, ball and blade!
What matter if our shoes are worn ?

What matter if our feet are torn ? “ Quick-step! we're with him before dawn!"

That's “Stonewall Jackson's way."

THE LOUISIANA PLANTER. — A correspondent, at New-Orleans, of the Boston Transcript says:

One old planter came into the hotel to-day, and was anxious to know the prospect for the institution. He was brought up in Northern Alabama, and had moved down in the sugar-district of Louisiana, and at the breaking out of the rebellion was the owner of some ninety slaves. When, in reply to his question, be was told by the officer addressed, that he would not give what little money he had in his pocket for all the slaves in the State, he said that was not the worst of it-he had not only lost all but nine or ten of his, but they had joined Butler's black regiment, and be suid

The sun's bright lances rout the mists

Of morning, and by George ! Here's Longstreet struggling in the lists,

Hemmed in an ugly gorge.

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he had now to show his pass every day to one of his months ago. He afterwards engaged on the ill-fated old negroes, who was on guard at his plantation. He steamer Star, but left her on the trip just before she took that much to heart, that the negroes, who for- was captured and burnt by the guerrillas. He was merly got their pass from him, had the same power well liked by his associates on the river, and was a over him now, that he then had over them.

man who would not shrink from personal danger On one plantation below, where the negroes had re- when his duty required him to brave it. fused to work in a body without pay, at the end of the month the overseer told them he could not get the money, and they must wait till the end of the follow- MUSIC OF THE PORT ROYAL NEGROES.—The editor ing month for it. This was on Saturday night, and of Dwight's Journal of Music publishes a letter from they were all evidently dissatisfied. Monday morning, Miss Lucy McKim, of Philadelphia, accompanying a at daylight, they had erected a quite respectable gal. specimen of the songs in vogue among the negroes lows, with rope and drop complete, in the main pass- about Port Royal. Miss McKim acccompanied her age-way of the negro-quarters; and they commenced father thither on a recent visit, and writes as follows: tolling the bell, and collected around the master's It is difficult to express the entire character of these house. The overseer came to quiet them, and have negro ballads by mere musical notes and signs. The them go to work.

odd turns made in the throat, and the curious rhythmic The negroes absolutely refused, and gave the mas- effect produced by single voices chiming in at different ter notice they would hang him before night, if he did irregular intervals, seem almost as impossible to place not pay up. He had no money, and was going, as he on score as the singing of birds or the tones of an told them, to start for the city to get it. They refused Æolian harp. The airs, however, can be reached. to let him go till he paid up, and they kept him till They are too decided not to be easily understood, and the overseer went and returned with the money. their striking originality would catch the ear of any They were then paid off, and went to their work at musician. Besides this, they are valuable as an ex once, singing the old John Brown song, "Marching pression of the character and life of the race which is

This song is universal here and westward among playing such a conspicuous part in our history. The the negroes, and is sung here at their churches in wild, sad strains tell, as the sufferers themselves never New-Orleans, on Sunday, at service.

could, of crushed hopes, keen sorrow, and a dull daily
misery which covered them as hopelessly as the fog

from the rice-swamps. On the other hand, the words Rev. Dr. Watts, in his Hymns, Book I., bymn 99, naan's fair and happy land,” to which their eyes seem

breathe a trusting faith in rest in the future-in “Ca. says: Vain are the hopes that rebels place

constantly turned.
Upon their birth and blood,

A complaint might be made against these songs on
Descended from a pious race,

the score of monotony. It is true there is a great
Their fathers now with God.

deal of repetition of the music, but that is to accom

modate the leader, who, if he be a good one, is always He from the caves of earth and hell

an improvisator. For instant, on one occasion, the Can take the hardest stones,

name of each of our party who was present was dex. And fill the house of Abraham well

terously introduced. With new-created sons.

As the same songs are sung at every sort of work, of course the tempo is not always alike. On the water

the oars dip “Poor Rosy" to an even andante; a A BRAVE MAN'S ADVENTURES. — The New Orleans

stout boy and girl at the hominy-mill will make the Delta says of Charles McGill, Assistant-Engineer of

Poor Rosy" fly, to keep up with the whirling the steamer Empire Parish, who was killed by the stone; and in the evening, after the day's work is Louisiana rebels in the attack upon that steamer:

done, “Heab'n shall a be my home” peals up slowly The history of this brave man, during the past few an—a respectable house-servant, who had lost all but

and mournfully from the distant quarters. One wommonths, has been one of strange adventures and es

one of her twenty-two children—said to me: capes. He was on one of the rebel gunboats in the battle above the forts, on the twenty-fourth of April Dey just rattles it off; dey don't know how for sing it

“Pshaw ! don't har to dese yar chil'en, misses. last, where he was disabled by a ball that had been I likes ·Poor Rosy better dan all de songs, but it loosened by a shot. He was lying down in an insens can't be sung widout a full heart and a troubled ible state, when some one struck his foot against his head. This revived him, and he discovered that the

sperrit !” vessel had been abandoned and was on fire. Making « builded better than he knew” when he wrote his

All the songs make good barcaroles. Whittier a great effort, he threw himself

into the river, and "Song of the Negro Boatman.” It seemed wonder. swam ashore, where he took refuge in the swamp. fully applicable as we were being rowed across Hiltou Danger followed him even here, for, as one of the Head Harbor among United States gunboats – the vessels blew up, a piece of iron, weighing some two Wabash and the Vermont towering on either side. I or three hundred pounds, struck within two or three feet of him, having been hurled that distance by the thought the crew must strike up: force of the explosion. He was soon found and cared

And massa tink it day ob doom

And we ob jubilee." for, brought to this city, and sent to report to the rebel naval officer at Jackson, Mississippi. From there Perhaps the grandest singing we heard was at the he was ordered to Memphis, and was in the gunboat Baptist Church on St. Helena Island, when a congrefight before that city, where his boat was again blown gation of three hundred men and women joined in a up. From Memphis he came to this city, and has hymn: been engaged on the steamers running to and from

“Roll, Jordan, roll, Jordan! the coast. He was on the Empire Parish when she

Roll, Jordan, roll!” was before attacked by guerrillas, some three or four It swelled forth like a triumphal anthe:0. That


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same hymn was sung by thousands of negroes on the CAPTURE OF NEW-ORLEANS — WHAT JUDITH SAW THE Fourth of July last, when they marched in procession

DAY OF THE CAPTURE. under the Stars and Stripes, cheering them for the first time as the “flag of our country.” A friend writing Mr. Editor: Allow me to describe to you how I from there says that the chorus was indescribably spent the day, at the time of the first arrival of the grand—“that the whole woods and world seemed Federal fleet at this city. The first day that the fileet joining in that rolling sound.”

arrived I and my sister, and a great many others, were There is much more in this new and curious music wending our way to the levee. On our way we met a of which it is a temptation to write, but I must remem- gentleman acquaintance of ours, who asked us if we ber that it can speak for itself better than any one for were going to get some sugar. I felt quite indignant; it. Very respectfully, Lucy McKim. but as I was in an amiable mood then, I forgave him

with all my heart, as I had no wish to be angry only

with those hateful secessionists, who were destroying INCIDENT OF Gaines's Mills.—There is a little in all the sugar and cotton, and burning the ships and cident connected with the fierce fight in which McCall's steamboats that had been left standing. If I bad liad division bore so conspicuous a part, namely, that of the power over those who proposed it, I would have Gaines's Mills, which seems not to have found its way taken them all, women and men, and placed them in into print, although well known throughout the divi- the burning ships, and there let them remain until sesion. After the sun had gone down and left the concession and secessionists were consumed by the flames. tending parties both on the field, with Gen. French's I would have shown them no mercy. · Be merciful reënforcing brigade drawn up in line of battle, on one

unto him that showeth mercy.” The next persons we side, with our broken columns of Pennsylvania Re- met were a lady and gentleman - the lady appearing serves, rallied for a last and desperate stand, and to be quite delighted at the sight of the cotton and drawn


behind the brigade of General French-the ships burning. There were a great many others who firing ceased, and a strange quiet fell upon the scene. had come to see the fleet -- some with joyful hearts, After a brief consultation among the Generals on the once again to behold that time-honored flag, as it was field, arrangements for the night were made, and all unfurled to the breeze; others came for curiosity, and sought convenient spots for repose.

others with feelings of hate burning in their hearts, Gen. McCall decided to seek the house which had because they knew they were conquered, or would be been Gen. Porter's headquarters in the early part of in a short time. They foolishly depended upon some the day, and, attended by an officer of his staff, Major traitors to drive out the enemy when they came; but Lewis, of the Pennsylvania artillery, started out in the cowards made good their escape when they heard pursuit of it. It appears that they mistook the road that the fleet had arrived, leaving their dupes to take in the darkness, and after riding nearly a mile, they care of themselves the best way they could, telling came to a house which proved to be a hospital. They them how vain is the help of man in an unjust cause. were met at the door by a young Assistant-Surgeon, We were often stopped in our progress by the burnwho informed them that he had sixty wounded men ing of the wharves and piles of cotton. We had gone there ; that he belonged to the regular United States a good distance, when right before us lay piles of cot. army, and that the rebel pickets were on three sides of ton burning. We had our choice, either to return him. He said that as it was neutral ground, they had back the way we came, or jump across the cotton-piles. not attempted to molest him, but seriously advised the At last we came to the conclusion that we would do General and Major to get back to their lines as soon the jumping; 80 we selected a pile that we thought as might be. This advice they proceeded to avail had been well burnt out, and my sister made the first themselves of, and turned the corner of the hospital leap, and as soon as she was over she exclaimed, “O to return, but they had not gone ten yards before they my! but that was hot!” and told me that I had betwere greeted with the short, sharp "haltof the ter find some other place to jump; but I wanted to sentry. An orderly who had attended them, advanced have some experience in jumping cotton-piles, so over at the command, “Advance, friend, and give the coun- | I went. When I was over I exclaimed with my sis. tersign," and responded, “Escort with the General.” ter —"O my! but that was hot !" and looking round “What is your name?” cried the guard. “Give him to see what could have caused such heat, we saw the my name," said the General. “ General McCall,” an- piles of cotton that we had jumped across burning. swered the orderly. “ General what?" said the sen- What appeared to bave been all ashes to us, we found try. “General McCall," said the orderly, and the out by experience was a little too hot to be only ashes. picket, not seeming to recognize or understand the We shook our dresses well, so as to make sure that name, the General rode forward and repeated, “Gen- there were no sparks on them, and went on our way eral McCall.” “Of what army ?” asked the sentinel. rejoicing; but we made up our minds that the next “The army of the Potomac,” replied the General. time we jumped cotton-piles, we would look before “Yes, yes,” said the guard, “but on what side ?" we leaped. "The command of Major-Gen. McClellan," said the In looking at the ship burning, there was a young General. “ The h- you do!" yelled the sentry, and lady standing before us, who seemed quite unconscious he raised his piece, two others doing the same who about her dress burning, until told by us. Then there had remained quiet. The Major, who it seems had was another old lady, who was so absorbed in looking previously "smelled a rat," having detected the at the fleet, that she did not take notice of where she Southern ascent in the queries, had quietly wheeled stood; and, being at the edge of the wharf, where it his horse, and as they fired sank his spurs into his had been burnt, the plank gave way, and she was prehorse and plunged forward, taking the General's horse cipitated into the river. Fortunately, she caught hold by the rein. They dashed off, and, although fired at of another portion of the wharf, and two men assisted more than twenty times by the now aroused enemy, her out. No harm was done, but she was pretty much succeeded in getting back safely to camp, having suf- scared. Nothing of importance happened to us, until fered no injury, except to their horses, all of which we noticed that one of the gunboats was coming to. were hit, and one killed.

N. P. D. wards our side of the river, (for the flect was in the

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Then rouse, ye freemen, sound a blast

From all your trumpets, loud and long! Let not th' avenging time go past,

Be swift, and terrible, and strong! Uplift the flag ; let not a star

Be sundered from its field of blue ! With fond lips kiss each sacred bar

That runs our deathless emblem through !

And God be with you! Hasten on!

With martial pæans rend the sky! Let bayonets glisten in the sun,

And all your battle-banners fly! And smite to kill ! See! Freedom bleeds !

She calls you with her stifled breath! Rebellion to her temple speeds

March on, to Victory or Death !

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middle of the river.) I and my sister ran to see where it would land, so that we could get a good view. It landed near the St. Mary's Market; so we took our position before the gunboat. As we were running along, three women who were behind us made some remarks, one of which I overheard : she said that all persons who seemed glad to see the Yankees ought to be punished. I turned round and told them if they did not like it, why did they not remain at home. They looked at me, as much as to say I was not worth answering, and we passed on. While we were standing before the gunboat, we waved our handkerchiefs towards the men on the boat, when one of the officers lifted his cap and bowed. This attracted the attention of the three women, who had come up to us, when the eldest of them touched my sister on the shoulder, and said, “Do you mean to say that you are waving your handkerchief at them ?” pointing to the men on the gunboat. My sister said it was none of her business, and I said: “Certainly.” Then she said: “You had better go to them." I said I would if the boat came near enough, so that I could get in. The two younger ones called us rebels, and giving us a disdainful look, passed out of sight. You may be assured I was quite Burprised on being addressed so unexpectedly; but, for all that, we were ready to answer them or any other person. While the gunboat was leaving the wharf, we still continued waving our pocket handkerchief and bidding them good-by. A man said to my sister: “Give me the handkerchief and I will wave it for you." My sister thanked him, and said she could wave it herself. She knew it was his intention to throw it into

As we came further on, we noticed two girls, one of them waving a small confederate nd calling out to them — "Go back, you dirty e devils; go back where you came from." I

“Where are the dirty (not Yankee, but) secesevils ?” and echo answered, there; and looking • 1 I saw that it was those two young girls, the one olding the flag and calling them names, and the one assisting her. At last we left them, and re1 home about six in the evening. We passed h Annunciation Square, which but a short while id been filled with tents and traitors, but now t. Only here and there could be seen some poor n picking up some wood and bottles that were Ý the brave defenders of the Confederacy, in their to escape from the conquerors. From thence ssed up home.

JUDITH. - Nero-Orleans Delta.

What's the matter? what's the matter?

Over yonder in Kentuck?
Lots of people, lots of people,
Seem with consternation struck !

Hush ! hush! hush!

There they are !
Morgan's many, mighty men!

All cavorting
On the steeds they've been assorting-

Hear them snorting !


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Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!

Send the police, steam fire-engines ! They may cool his fiery ardor: At him! at him! with a vengeance !

Hush ! hush ! hush! etc.

How they ride, and how they spatter!

Morgan's many, merry men! Cries the Queen: “ They're coming nigher, Oh! the flurry I am in !"

Hush! hush! hush ! etc.

Columbia, washing out with tears,

And hero-blood, her only shamem furns to her flag of eighty years,

Immortal in its stars and flame : ) beauteous gift of God ! she cries,

Gleam out on every hill and plain ! Wave o'er my people as they rise

To win me back my fame again. Her Eagle from his loftiest peak

The pride of all his nature shows, Screams wildly—with a clashing beak

Defiance to her gathering foes. Aloft, he swoops on tireless wings,

Not him can cannon-crash appall ! Through fire and smoke his anger rings

Accordant to her clarion call.

Fierce they ride, and all they scatter !

Morgan's many, merry men Take the Queen's stout fire-horses, Send her thanks and praises them!

Hush! hush! bush! etc.

What's the matter? what's the matter?

Back to Dixie now they go

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Be a-doing! be a-doing !
For they may return, you know!

Hush ! hush! hush!

Rough they ride
Morgan's many, mighty men!

All cavorting
On the steeds they've been assorting-
Hear them snorting!

-Cincinnati Times, Augusto


AIR"Maryland, my Maryland."
Ob! how I wish that strife would cease

In Maryland, my Maryland !
That we could live once more in peace,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! That Church and State could once more bo From politics and party free, And to the Union all agree,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! That ministers would the Gospel preach!

In Maryland, my Maryland !
The Bible truths and beauties teach,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
That men divine would watch and pray,
For our dear land both night and day,
And put secession far away,

From Maryland, my Maryland !



Let all sectarians and creeds

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Be known and honored by good deeds

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Churches are bound by holy writ
To live in Union-not to split,
For them secession is not fit

In Maryland, my Maryland !

America, America !
Time's youngest, brightest birth,

The hope of suffering nations,
The glory of the earth!

For thee we raise

To God our praise,
Whose goodness faileth never ;

His grace divine

Above thee shine,
And keep thee great forever!

America, America !
Thy cause is Freedom's own,

They foe is each oppressor,
Thy king is God alone.

For this we raise

To him our praise,
Whose goodness faileth never;

His grace divine

Upon thee shine,
And keep thee free forever!

America, America !
'Twas justice nerved our sires,

And noble patriot feeling,
And pure devotion's fires;

For this we raise

To God our praise,
Whose goodness faileth never;

His grace divine

Upon thee shine,
And keep thee true forever.

America, America !
Our fathers left thee ONE;

The holy tie that binds us
Was knit by Washington.

For this we raise

To God our praise,
Whose goodness faileth never;

His grace divine

Upon thee shine,
And keep thee one forever.

America, America!
No traitor's hand shall mar

The glory of thy standard,
Or blot a single star;

And we who raise

To God our praise,
Whose goodness faileth never,

Pledge heart and hand

To keep our land

Great, free, true, one forever! DORCHESTER, Mass., July, 1862.

May woman dear-best gift to man,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! No more rebel with secesh clan

In Maryland, my Maryland ! Let love and virtue be her guide, Kindly politeness, without pride Pure modesty with her abide

In Maryland, my Maryland! May they all be loyal—true,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Domestic duties still pursue,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Sweet home demands their time and aid,
Base politics is not their trade,
Oh! why should they thus retrograde,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Soldiers called to Washington

Through Maryland, my Maryland ! True ladies would not spit upon,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! Nor turn up nose as they pass by, Nor “Northern scum mud-sills " cry, Nor “Lincoln's tools," too mean to die

In Maryland, my Maryland! True soldiers will the fair protect,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Then treat them kindly with respect,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
By soldiers was our country won-
A soldier was our Washington ;
Whose flag now waves o'er every one,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
Oh! why should woman toss her head,

In Maryland, my Maryland !
And wish Abe Lincoln hung quite dead I

In Maryland, my Maryland !



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