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That Beauregard at once would come,
Make Baltimore his future home,
Drive Union men abroad to roam,

From Maryland, my Maryland !
Now, ladies, these things cannot be

In Maryland, my Maryland ! Jeff's head alive you ne'er will see

In Maryland, my Maryland ! Bradford's our ruler, good and true, The Stars and Stripes he'll keep in view And Maryland in the Union too,

My Maryland, my Maryland! Our fathers' flag, it waves once more,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! Secession's dead in Baltimore,

Through Maryland, my Maryland ! Let ladies fair-nice young men too, Each their walk in life pursueOur Union love-be patriots true,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! The rebel F. F. V,s may rave,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! Their secesh rag can never wave,

In Maryland, my Maryland ! The bone and sinew of our land, Their interest and safety understand; Severed they fall-united stand,

In Maryland, my Maryland !

Oh ! for the Union, boys !
Ho! for the Union, boys,
Go for the Union, boys,

Heart, hand and gun.
Shoulder to shoulder, boys,
Younger and older, boys,
Bolder and bolder, boys,

Every mother's son! Where you find the white men, Union-hating white men, Ribald rabble white men,

Let your cannon play. Where you find the black men, Union-loving black men, True and loyal black men,

Let 'em run away! Break off their chains, boys! Strike off their chains, boys! Knock off their chains, boys,

And let 'em run away.

Oh! for the Union, boys!
Ho! for the Union, boys,
Go for the Union, boys,

Heart, hand and sword. Shoulder to shoulder, boys, Bolder and bolder, boys, Younger and older, boys,

Trusting in the Lord.

THE EMPTY SLEEVE. [Inscribed to Gen. Howard, of Maine, who lost his right arm

in defence of his Country.]

BY DAVID BARKER.

Where you find the white men,
Union-hating white men,
Ribald rabble white men,

Let your cannon play!
Where you find the black men,
Union-loving black men,
True and loyal black men,

Let 'em run away. Break off their chains, boys ! Strike off their chains, boys ! Knock off their chains, boys,

And let 'em run away!

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CALL FOR TRUE MEN.

BY ROBERT LOWELL.

By the moon's pale light to a gazing throng,
Let me tell one tale, let me sing one song!
'Tis a tale devoid of an aim or plan,
'Tis a simple song of a one-arm man.
Till this very hour I could ne'er believe
What a tell-tale thing is an empty sleeve
What a weird, queer thing is an empty sleeve.
It tells in a silent tone to all,
Of a country's need and a country's call,
Of a kiss and a tear for a child and wife,
And a hurried march for a nation's life:
Till this very hour who could e'er believe
What a tell-tale thing is an empty sleeve-
What a weird, queer thing is an empty sleeve ?
It tells of a battle-field of gore-
Of the sabre's clash-of the cannon's roar-
Of the deadly charge-of the bugle's note-
Of a gurgling sound in a foeman's throat-
Of the whizzing grape-of the fiery shell-
Of a scene which mimics the scenes of bell:
Till this very hour would you e'er believe
What a tell-tale thing is an empty sleeve-
What a weird, queer thing is an empty sleeve?
Though it points to a myriad wounds and scars,
Yet it tells that a flag with the Stripes and Stars,
In God's own chosen time will take
Each place of the rag with the rattle-snake,
And it points to a time when that flag shall wave
O’er a land where there breathes no cowering slave.
To the top of the skies let us all then heave
Onc proud huzza for the empty sleeve-
For the one-arm man with the empty sleeve.

Up to battle! Up to battle !

All we love is saved or lost ! Workshop's hum and streetside's tattle,

Off! These things the life may cost ! Come, for your country! For all dear things,

come! Come to the roll of the rallying drum!

You have seen the spring-swollen river

Hurling torrent, ice and wreck ! You have felt the strong pier quiver

Like a tempest-shaken deck! Many a stout heart, quick hand and eye Broke the water's mad strength, and it went by.

Look on this mad threatening torrent,

Tumbling on with blood and death! Will we gee our bulwarks war-rent ?

Never! Draw a stronger breath!

Here is good man's work! Break through and

through!
What matters hardship or đanger to you?
What were death to any true man,

If the cause be true and high ?
Beastly might quails when the human

Looks it calmly in the eye.
Break, with the bayonet, those crowding ranks!

God's blessing ! glory! and evermore, thanks ! DUANESBURGH, August 5, 1862.

THE NORTH STAR.

“Flashes the Southern Cross bright in the sky,"
Cried the sailor-boy, steering his prow southerly;
While the Star of the North-land sank lower and dim,
For what was its polar light to him ?

“Afloat on the sea, all unfettered and free,
From tropic to tropic our empire shall be;
Where the god of the land on his ivory reposes,
And the sands are of gold, and the summers all roses.”

But these are strong--of vig'rous root;

Sweet gratitude's the name
Our garden here hath num'rous sprouts,

Young scions of the same.
Ah! those are laved with many tears,

Nursed in a sea of blood;
But now we see their tiny heads

Rise high above the flood.
And soon our land will bloom again

With richest hues, and rare;
For the good Sower of the seed

Will root out every tare.
And in this little gift you'll see

One of a precious hue,
Whose golden leaves begin to spread

And open full to view.
The emblem of this shining leaf

Is our undying hope
To be united, firmer still,

As one-a family group !
The fragrant one that blooms alone,

The solemn twilight hour,
Will waft to you, low on tbe breeze,

Bowed in your Northern bower-
Our faith, that round your shady throne,

Importunate oft pour
The prayer that heaven, oh! soon may bid

Our country bleed no more !
That roses, twined by fairy hands

To deck the festive board,
No more may shed their dying sweets

O'er lips paled by the sword.
That from our temple domes no more

May soar the dying groan;
But shouts of joy-sweet peace hath come

Ring out in every tone.
And then for you, some gifted Muse,

A sweeter song may twine,
Than the Æolian strain hath poured

This little song of mine.
BALTIMORE.

MARA,

And crowns, courts, and castles rang out in his song; There was "race to the swift''--there were “ fields to

the strong." But ever anon came as wild a refrain'Twas the song of the seamen—the dirge of the main.

And see—there's a cloud-that bedarkens his sky;
Luff! luff! reef the sails! the tempest is nigh :
Bailor-boy! to thy compass—will it answer thee now?
Will it point to that Southern Cross over thy prow?
Helm a-port! breakers near ! on a beaconless coast !
Wear ship, sailor-boy! wear ship-or all's lost !
The ship labored hard, and its venturous crew-
Still nearer and nearer the breakers she drew.

Down, down went the vessel four fathoms or more,
And plank after plank strewed the treacherous shore;
And there lay the compass, half buried in earth,
Its needle still true, pointing still to the North.

THE DEAD SOLDIER.

BY

Sailor-boy! hadst thou known in the dew of thy

youth, Had thy heart, like that needle, been loyal to truth; A voyage more safe had been thine, and the wave Had wafted thee riches, instead of a grave.

Secession! whoso sails thy treacherous sea,
Disdaining the North Star his beacon to be;
Or ever his barque on a lee.shore be driven
His peace-let him make it—his peace make with
heaven.

WA-WA-WANDA.

XAVIERE."
Gone in his beauty,

Gone in his truth,
Gone in his glory,

Gone in his youth!
Silkily soft his eyelids fall
Veiling the glory, a velvet pall
Hiding the splendor of midnight eyes
That have looked on death and Paradise.

Wrap round him the banner,

It cost him his breath,
He loved it in life,

Let it shroud him in death!
Let it silently sweep in its gorgeous fold,
O'er the heart asleep and and the lips that are cold.

The lips that are cold!

Once warm with love's token!
God pity his mother,

Her heart is broken!
She bade him go forth, her hero, her joy,
The pride of her heart, her godlike boy.

TO THE LOYAL FAIR.

Ye loyal fair to guard our homes

Who've sent your best—your all; For each the Muse would twine a wreath,

A fragrant one, though small,
The flowers she culled grew on one stem,

The colors all are true;
But few are left, is why the gift

Is small she sends to you.

I an

Where the flag waved the proudest, had come under my notice for more than a year, tak-
And the bullets came fast,

ing care to add that they ran home. He wanted to All covered with glory,

know if many of their men came over to us. Death claimed him at last.

swered rather equivocally : “ A few.” “How many ?"

Fearful now that if I told him the great number Now she waits for him ever,

that actually did come to us, the rebel leaders would At morning and even,

increase their vigilance, I merely said that I had seen But her love cannot call him

six, the number I had personally bebeld. “I guess Back home from the heaven.

they go the other way,” he replied, thereby acknow

ledging they suffered much from desertion. "Mr. TenPeace there, gentle soldier!

nessee wanted to know why we did not make the Never war, never strife, But the banner of glory

attack; they were anxiously waiting for us, and con

fident of victory. I said that they could not be more And the triumphs of life.

--Hartford Press. eager for the battle or more sure of success, than our

selves; that to us every thing appeared to be ready,

but we were not supposed to know General Halleck's A TALK WITH A REBEL PICKET IN MISSISSIPPI.- A plans. private of the Sixth Ohie regiment sends to his friends We talked together some fifteen minutes, both of in Cincinnati the following lively sketch of campaign-us very wary about giving contraband information. ing life:

He was a gentlemanly, well-educated man, apparently I must record a little adventure, pleasing and inter- under thirty years of age, and from Maury County, esting, I had day before yesterday near Corinth. My Tennessee. I gave him the pictorial, and asked for a last spoke about the continued firing between pickets. Memphis paper. He had none, but promised to send To such an extent was it carried, so incessant the firing me over one, if he could procure it during the day. day and night, that nothing short of a battle would Before parting, I remarked that it would be well to alarm the camp, whereas a single gun should be the make some agreement about picket-firing, and learned signal for the long-roll. But within the last three or that they had received orders precisely like ours. four days a change for the better has taken place. Gen. Garfield, who had the supervision of the out

On Monday our regiment was sent to the fortifica- posts, called me in; so we again shook hands and tions. It is the custom for the various battalions to separated, leaving many things unsaid that we would take their turn in staying at the breastworks for twen- like to have spoken about. Garfield questioned me ty-four hours, forming a sort of reserve picket; and closely as to our conversation, and seemed satisfied from each regiment so stationed two companies are that it was all right. However, being fearful that the sent to the outposts. It fell to our lot to go out. The rebels might learn something from us if such intercompany we relieved informed us that the rebels were course was allowed, he ordered us not to go out again, disposed to be friendly; and with instructions from but to let any rebel that wished it to come over ali the field-officer not to fire unless fired upon, or the the way. I had reason to regret this very much, as enemy attempted to advance, we set to work to watch in the afternoon my friend, the doctor, came half-way the movements of our neighbors. The enemy's pickets with the promised paper. We gave him to underwere in the edge of a wood about two hundred yards stand that it was against our orders to leave the post, from us, and my post-one of the best for observation and if he would come all the way we would do him no -similarly situated in another wood, with a level be- harm. He said he had a very late paper, but could tween us. For some time we looked closely without not be induced to come farther than the neutral being able to see any of them, as they were disposed ground, and returned, much to our disappointment. to be shy. We, on the contrary, exposed ourselves to

After the interview of the morning all apprehension their view, which had the effect of making them from danger from bullets from either side was at an bolder, and occasionally a rebel passed from one tree end, and the sentinels on both sides paced their beats to another and levelled a field-glass at us.

without so much as thinking to seek cover. I waved a handkerchief, which was answered from the other side, and tacitly understood to mean no fir

REBEL ATROCITIES.- A correspondent of the Philaing. An hour later one of our Southern friends waved delphia Press, writing from Winchester, Va., relates a handkerchief and shouted : “Meet me half-way." the following incident of Banks's retreat: “All right;" and arming myself with a newspaper,

A soldier was wounded in the foot, and had sat profusely illustrated with pictures incidental to the down on the steps of one of the houses of Winchester. capture of New - Orleans, I started out. A rebel He had not been sitting there long when a surgeon of the Third Tennessee was the individual came out, and asked him if he were not able to walk ? who met me. He was dressed in a citizen's suit of He replied that he was not. The woman seeing a black, with military buttons, and the rank of captain revolver in his belt, asked him to let her look at it. designated, not by shoulder-straps, but by marks on The man, suspecting nothing wrong, handed it to her, the collar. After shaking hands and exchanging the but she had not had it in her hands a few minutes customary salutations, we proceeded to talk about the when she presented it to his head, and demanded that

He was at Fort Donelson, and made his escape he should leave the steps. He did so, and, after he the night before the surrender. Spoke of the battle bad walked a few steps, she fired the pistol, the ball of Shiloh, at which he assisted; said it was their in- entering his side, and he fell on the street, where he tention to have made the attack on Saturday instead instantly expired. This is but a specimen of the nuof Sunday, but on account of a misunderstanding be- merous incidents I have heard, and I only give it as tween their generals the plan failed. The number of one which I know comes from a reliable source. deserters from his side appeared to have a prominent place in his mind, which he vainly endeavored to conceal. “Do you have many deserters from your ranks ?” June 8.—At St. Louis, Mo., in the Presbyterian he commenced. I told him of only two cases which I church, at Eleventh and Pine streets, the child of

"woman"

Vol. V.-POETRY 4

war.

Samuel Robbins, who resides at Chestnut and Thirteenth streets, was brought to the altar for baptism. The child was decorated with red, white, and red, and was christened Sterling Price. The officiating pastor was Dr. McPheeters. Several similar instances have oceurred in the city.- Cincinnati Gazette, June 14.

“ But when we buried our dead that night,

I took from his breast this picture-see!

It is as like him as like can be : Hold it this way, toward the light.”

Ono glance, and a look, half-sad, half-wild,

Passed over her face, which grew more pale,

Then a passionate, hopeless, heart-broken wail, And the mother bent low o'er the prostrate child.

CARTE DE VISITE.

DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER.

IN MEMORY OF GEN. PHILIP KEARNY, KILLED SEPTEMBER 1, 1802.

BY GEORGE H. BOKER.

Close his eyes, his work is done!

What to him is friend or foeman,
Rise of moon, or set of sun,
Hand of man, or kiss of woman?

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow !
What cares her he cannot know:

Lay him low!

“'Twas a terrible fight," the soldier said ;
“Our Colonel was one of the first to fall,

Shot dead on the field by a rifle-ball-
A braver heart than his never bled.”
A group for the painter's art were they :

The soldier with scarred and sunburnt face,

A fair-haired girl, full of youth and grace, And her aged mother, wrinkled and gray. These three in porch, where the sunlight came

Through the tangled leaves of the jasmine-vine,

Spilling itself like a golden wine,
And flecking the doorway with rings of flame.
The soldier had stopped to rest by the way,

For the air was sultry with summer-heat;

The road was like ashes under the feet,
And a weary distance before him lay.
“Yes, a terrible fight; our ensign was shot

As the order to charge was given the men,
When one from the ranks seized our colors, and

then
He, too, fell dead on the self-same spot.
"A handsome boy was this last: his bair

Clustered in curls round his noble brow;

I can almost fancy I see him now, With the scarlet stain on his face so fair." “What was his name ?—have you never heard ?

Where was he from, this youth who fell ?

And your regiment, stranger, which was it? tell !" "Our regiment ? It was the Twenty-third.” The color fled from the young girl's cheek,

Leaving it as white as the face of the dead;

The mother lifted her eyes, and said: “Pity my daughter-in mercy speak !" “I never knew aught of this gallant youth,"

The soldier answered ; “not even his name,

Or from what part of our State he came : As God is above, I speak the truth !

As man may, he fought his fight,

Proved his truth by his endeavor ;
Let him sleep in solemn night,
Sleep for ever and for ever.

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow

!
What cares he ? he cannot know:

Lay him low!

Fold him in his country's stars,

Roll the drum and fire the volley !
What to him are all our wars,
What but death bemocking folly?

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow !
What cares he ? he cannot know :

Lay him low!

Leave him to God's watching eye,

Trust him to the hand that made him.
Mortal love weeps idly by:
God alone bas power to aid him.

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow !
What cares he ? he cannot know:

Lay him low!

IN DE X.

EXPLANATION OF ABBREVIATIONS IN THE INDEX.

D. stands for Diary of Events ; Doc. for Documents; and P. for Poetry, Rumors and Incidents.

PAGE

PAGB
PAGE "Anna Sophia,” schooner, captured, “ A Voice from Home to the Army of
ABERT, JAMES W., Capt., Doc. 53

D. 65 the Potomac,"

P. 18
"Abolition Officers,"
D. 65 | Annapolis, Md.,

Doc. 170 “A War Hy mm," by Theodore Til-
"A Brave Man's Adventures," P. 43 Annuities for killing white men, D. 90

ton,

P. 84
"Achilles," steamer, attempt to cap- Antietam, Md., battle of,

D. 82 A Yankee prisoner, heroism of a, P. 14
ture,

D. 51

official reports of the battle at,
"A confederate Eclipse,"
P. 3

Doc, 451
"A Contra-Band-Ditty,"
P. 14 rebel reports of the battle of, Doc. 472

B
ADAMS, Gen., (rebel)
D. 23 “A Prayer for the Times,"

P. 3
“Adela," steamer, captured, D. 37 | Appomattox River, reconnoissance up BACHE, A, D., LL.D.,

Doc. 121
Adventures of two Hoosier Soldiers, P. 28

the,

D. 19 Bachelor's Creek, N. o., fight at, D. 89
"Adirondack,” steam-sloop, loss of expedition up the, D. 82; Doc. 146 Bacon Creek, Ky., surrender at, D. 79
the,

D. 64 APLINGTON, Major, Seventh Illinois BADEAU, ADAM, the literary soldier, P. 20
“Agnes," schooner, captured, D. 41 Cavalry,

D. 5 Bagdad, Ky., rebel depredations at, D. 75
“Agnes' H. Ward," schooner, cap- "Aquilla,” schooner, captured, D. 53 BAILEY, GUILFORD D., Col., killed at
tured,

D. 19
" A Rainy Day in Camp,
P. 29 Fair Oaks, Va.,

Doc. 81
Alabama, Halleck's Report of Pope's “A rebel soldier's epitaph," P. 32 Balloon reconnoissances,

D, 14
operations in,
Doc. 537 Arkansas, Gov. Rector's address, Doc.

11 See Telegraph.
the Unionisty of, D. 40, 92; Doc. 281 Guerrillas in,

Doc. 510 Baltimore, Md., excitement in, on the
Thirty-second Regiment of, D. 68 See H. M. Rector.

defeat of Gen. Banks, D. 17; Doc. 429
Forty-first Regiment of,
D. 65 First Cavalry of,

D. 84

excitement in, on the invasion of
“Alabama," privateer, depredations “Arkansas," gunboat, fight with

the State,

D. 76
of,

D. 82, 83
the Essex,

D. 40; Doc. 552 persons arrested at, for trying to
See" 290."
rebel account of the fight, Doc. 556

evade the draft,

D. 57
Albany, N. Y., war meeting at, D. 41 attack on the, July 221,

D. 46 “ Baltimore American," account of
Aldie, Va., rebel stores captured at, D. 93 destroyed,

D. 54; Doc. 302 occupation of Norfolk, Va., Doc. 43
fight near,

D. 94 rebel report of the destruction of Bangor, Me., War Meeting in, D. 42
ALDRICH, T. BAILEY,
P. 87

Doc. 308 BANKS, N. P., Major-Gen., the retreat
Alexandria, Mo., rebel depredations ARMSTRONG Lieut.-Col., Report of the

of,

D. 17; Doc. 52; P. 49
at,

D. 53 battle of Richmond, Ky., Doc. 412 excitement in the North, in refer-
Alexandria, Va., war meeting at, D. 53 Army of the Potomac, Gen. Barry's

ence to,

D. 17; P. 22
ALGER, LIORATIO, Jr.,

P. 7

Report on the organization of the excitement in Baltimore on the de-
Allen Infantry, of Allen, Pa., P. 18 artillery of,

Doc. 405
feat of,

Doc. 429
"Alice," rebel steamer, captured, D. 10 See Gen. Pope,

Doc. 552 Gen. Johnston's, rebel, address on
Altoona, Pa., Convention of Govern- Army of the Tennessee, operations of

the retreat of,

Doc. 311
ors at,

Doc. 86
the,

D. 1; Doc. 270 how his army was saved, P. 22
"America, America," a song for the Army of Virginia, Gen. Pope assigned Report of the battle at Front Royal,
times, by S. G. Bulfinch, P. 46 to the command of,

D. 32

Doc. 138
American and British Sunday-School reorganization of the,

D. 67 crosses the Potomac River, D. 17
Delegates, meet in London, D. 74 commands in designated, D. 79 occupies Bunker Hill, Va., D. 22
American Flag, waved in every State ARNOLD —, Capt., Fourth R. I. P. 36 in coinmand at Washington, D. C.,
of the Union,
D. 85 Asuby, TURNER, Gen., rebel, funeral of,

D. 76
American Independence celebrated,

Va.,

D. 25

notices of, D. 82, 57; Docs. 843, 363, 350
D. 85

"Ashby's Cavalry," rebel, D. 15 Basks and Banking in Louisiana, D. 27
"American Volunteer,” office of, de- Ashby's Gap, Va., fight at,

D. 84 Bardstown, Ky., fight at,

D. 92
stroyed at Carlisle, Pa., D. 86 Ashland, Va., occupied by the Nation- BARKER, DAVID,

P. 47
Amite River, La., skirmish on the, D. 32 als,

D. 20 BARNARD, J. G., Brig.-Gen., D. 45
Andalusia, Pa., war meeting near, D. 71 "A Song for all True Americans," by BARNES, CO Eig!

Kentucky, Doc. 115
ANDERSON, ROBt., Gen.,
D. 1 D. J. Haynes,

P. 18 BARNES, JAS., Col., Report of the skir-
ANDERSON, RICHARD II., Gen., Doc. 27, 97 “A Southern Hint,"

P. 14 mish at Blackford's Ford, Va.,
"Anderson Troop." See Carlisle, Pa., ASPINWALL, W. H., liberality of, D. 41

Doc. 616
D. 86 Astor, JOHN JACOB, Jr., at Yorktown, Barnesville, Md., fight near, D. 70
ANDREW, JOHN A., Governor of Mas.

6 BARTLETT, Joun R., Jr.,

Doc.

8
sachusetts, Proclamation relative ATKISSON, H. N., Capt., Fiftieth In- Barton, Col. Forty-eighth N.Y.S.V.,
to new troops,

D. 19
diana,
D. 27

D. 88, 89
notice of,
D. 66, 63 ATTWOOD, H, D.,

P. 31 BARRY, CHARLES A.,

P. 45
"Andrew Sharpshooters," Massachu- ATWELL, Lient., at Front Royal, Doc. 139 Barry, WM. F., Gen.,

D. 67
setts Volunteers,
P. 40 | Auburn, N, Y., war meeting at,

D. 42

report of the organization of the Ar-
ANDREWS, Col., First Delaware Regi- Auction Sales, Invalidity of in New-

tillery of the Potomac, Doc. 405
ment,
Doc. 43 Orleans La.,

D. 89 BATES, EDWARD, Attorney-General,
ANDREWS, GEO. L., Lieut.-Col., Second AUGER, C. C., Major-General, at Cedar

opinion in relation to the volun-
Massachusetts Regiment, Doc. 60, 318 Mountain,

D. 824
teers,

D. 28
ANDREWS, JNO. W., barbarity of, D. 31 Augusta, Ky., capture of, D. 87 Batesville, Ark., fight near, D. 11
“Andromeda," schooner, captured, D. 18 official reports of the fight at, Doc. 618 Bath, N. Y., war meeting at, D. 50
A Negro llymn, sung at Washington, ACTEY, JAMES L., See Vicksburgh, " Battle of New Orleans of 1862," P. 17
D. C.,

P. 10 AVERILL, W. W. Col., Doc. 15, 244, 431 Baton Rouge, La., skirmish at, Doc. 277
"Ann," steamer, captured, D. 83 scout to the Mattapony River, Va., D. 29

D. 54; Doc. 296

Va.,

Doc.

battle of,

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