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That Beauregard at once would come,
From Maryland, my Maryland !
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 !
Heart, hand and gun.
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!
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,
Let your cannon play!
Let 'em run away. Break off their chains, boys ! Strike off their chains, boys ! Knock off their chains, boys,
And let 'em run away!
CALL FOR TRUE MEN.
BY ROBERT LOWELL.
By the moon's pale light to a gazing throng,
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
If the cause be true and high ?
Looks it calmly in the eye.
God's blessing ! glory! and evermore, thanks ! DUANESBURGH, August 5, 1862.
THE NORTH STAR.
“Flashes the Southern Cross bright in the sky,"
“Afloat on the sea, all unfettered and free,
But these are strong--of vig'rous root;
Sweet gratitude's the name
Young scions of the same.
Nursed in a sea of blood;
Rise high above the flood.
With richest hues, and rare;
Will root out every tare.
One of a precious hue,
And open full to view.
Is our undying hope
As one-a family group !
The solemn twilight hour,
Bowed in your Northern bower-
Importunate oft pour
Our country bleed no more !
To deck the festive board,
O'er lips paled by the sword.
May soar the dying groan;
Ring out in every tone.
A sweeter song may twine,
This little song of mine.
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;
Down, down went the vessel four fathoms or more,
THE DEAD SOLDIER.
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,
Gone in his truth,
Gone in his youth!
Wrap round him the banner,
It cost him his breath,
Let it shroud him in death!
The lips that are cold!
Once warm with love's token!
Her heart is broken!
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 colors all are true;
Is small she sends to you.
Where the flag waved the proudest, had come under my notice for more than a year, tak-
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
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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,
Lay him low, lay him low,
Lay him low!
“'Twas a terrible fight," the soldier said ;
Shot dead on the field by a rifle-ball-
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,
For the air was sultry with summer-heat;
The road was like ashes under the feet,
As the order to charge was given the men,
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 ;
Lay him low, lay him low,
Lay him low!
Fold him in his country's stars,
Roll the drum and fire the volley !
Lay him low, lay him low,
Lay him low!
Leave him to God's watching eye,
Trust him to the hand that made him.
Lay him low, lay him low,
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.
D. 65 the Potomac,"
Doc. 170 “A War Hy mm," by Theodore Til-
D. 82 A Yankee prisoner, heroism of a, P. 14
official reports of the battle at,
D. 19 Bachelor's Creek, N. o., fight at, D. 89
D. 64 APLINGTON, Major, Seventh Illinois BADEAU, ADAM, the literary soldier, P. 20
D. 5 Bagdad, Ky., rebel depredations at, D. 75
11 See Telegraph.
Doc. 510 Baltimore, Md., excitement in, on the
defeat of Gen. Banks, D. 17; Doc. 429
excitement in, on the invasion of
D. 82, 83
D. 40; Doc. 552 persons arrested at, for trying to
evade the draft,
D. 46 “ Baltimore American," account of
D. 54; Doc. 302 occupation of Norfolk, Va., Doc. 43
D. 94 rebel report of the destruction of Bangor, Me., War Meeting in, D. 42
Doc. 308 BANKS, N. P., Major-Gen., the retreat
D. 17; Doc. 52; P. 49
D. 53 battle of Richmond, Ky., Doc. 412 excitement in the North, in refer-
D. 17; P. 22
Report on the organization of the excitement in Baltimore on the de-
Doc. 552 Gen. Johnston's, rebel, address on
the retreat of,
D. 1; Doc. 270 how his army was saved, P. 22
D. 67 crosses the Potomac River, D. 17
notices of, D. 82, 57; Docs. 843, 363, 350
"Ashby's Cavalry," rebel, D. 15 Basks and Banking in Louisiana, D. 27
D. 84 Bardstown, Ky., fight at,
D. 20 BARNARD, J. G., Brig.-Gen., D. 45
Kentucky, Doc. 115
P. 18 BARNES, JAS., Col., Report of the skir-
P. 14 mish at Blackford's Ford, Va.,
6 BARTLETT, Joun R., Jr.,
D. 88, 89
P. 31 BARRY, CHARLES A.,
report of the organization of the Ar-
tillery of the Potomac, Doc. 405
D. 89 BATES, EDWARD, Attorney-General,
opinion in relation to the volun-
P. 10 AVERILL, W. W. Col., Doc. 15, 244, 431 Baton Rouge, La., skirmish at, Doc. 277
D. 54; Doc. 296