suddenly started out of their beds. They then marched rapidly to another neighborhood, where a company, raised by a secessionist named Hunter, were said to be encamped. Unfortunately, some one who had seen the troops, had sent word aliead, and when the troops had got to the place, the birds were flown. The company returned with their prisoners to the camp, several of their wives accompanying them.

In the evening they were brought over, and an informal examination was held in the sitting-room of the St. Charles Hotel, by Gen. Prentiss.

Messrs. Long and Kelton were the principal witnesses, others not having yet arrived. They testified in the most positive terms to the avowed objects of these armed gangs, which were, to fight against the Union when they obtained arms and reinforcements from the South; also, to the threats that they had made of soon cleaning out "the d-d Dutch and niggers" at Cairo, as they termed them.

After the examination had been gone through with, each one was asked if he would take the oath of allegiance to the United States.

They all declined except three young men, who had been enticed into bad company. Before discharging them, Gen. Prentiss made a few forcible remarks to them. "Go home," said he, "raise to-morrow morning the flag of the Union, of your country; load up your weapons, and shoot the first man that tries to pull it down. Have nothing to do with traitors; don't work for them. If you want work, come, and I will give it to you. Loyal citizens shall be protected. As for those traitors, they will be set tomorrow to work wheeling dirt, and shall be kept at it until I get the balance of the witnesses, then I shall send them to St. Louis to be tried for treason." It was astonishing what effect this declaration had on them. One butternut-coated individual said he thought they would all take the oath; that they did

not understand what it was before.

The General pleasantly remarked that the prospect of wheeling dirt had suddenly convinced them of the duty they owed to the country that protected them, but it was now too late. He would not take the oaths of such men, who were only forced to take it for fear of punishment.

A schoolmaster, McPherson, became suddenly inspired with a Union eloquence and love, and was launching out to prove that he and all his comrades were, and always had been, Union men, when he was suddenly checked by a witness, who reminded him that the day after the capture of Camp Jackson, he had made a violent secession speech, denouncing the United States troops as murderers and d-d Dutch, and urging the people to fly to arms.

General Prentiss told him that he should make up his mind that he had to wheel dirt, and to learn a lesson never yet taught in his books.-St. Louis Democrat, June 13.

AN UNREPORTED UNION CONVENTION.-The daily Indiana American says that the Rev. Bishop Ames, of the Methodist Episcopal Church, while recently preaching at a camp meeting, remarked that there had been one grand Union convention, the proceedings of which had not been reported by telegraph. "It was held amidst the fastnesses of the everlasting hills. The Rocky Mountains presided, the mighty Mississippi made the motion, the Alleghany Mountains seconded it, and every mountain and hill, and river and valley in this vast country sent up a unanimous voice-Resolved, That we are one and insepa

For, saith the High and Mighty One,
Who sitteth in the heaven,
'Tis not of earth and time alone
That nations thus are riven;
Behold! the armies of the skies,—
The embattled legions, see them rise!
Arrayed, and officered, and led,
By angel chieftains from the dead!

The solemn vision deepening, lo!
What mighty numbers swell,
Rising from their dark pits of woc,

The serried ranks of hell!
Great God! it is the conflict dire
Which raged of old on plains of fire!
Jesus, the mighty victor, knew,
Both worlds were open to his view.

And when again, on Canaan's land,
The rebel armies stood,
Behold! the angel in command-
How soldierly his word:
"I'm captain of the hosts!" he said,
With sword drawn in his hand, and led
Unseen by Joshua before,

To victory all the tribes of war.

And so, when Syria's guilty king,
'Gainst Israel led the foe,
And omens dire began to spring

From out that threatening woe;

The following lines were suggested by seeing an old man intently gazing at the American flag, as it floated from the dome of one of the hotels in Memphis, Tenn. "I live," said he, "in Mississippi, where they won't let that flag be raised, but I love that flag; I bore it through the Indian wars, and at New Orleans, under Gen. Jackson. I am sixty-nine years of age. I was born and raised in this State. My father, an old Revolutionary soldier, was one of the first settlers. My country has been very good to me, and gave me all I love. My country I love. I love Tennessee; I am sorry I ever left her. I want to live where that flag waves. I don't like the people of Mississippi; they call me a traitor now!"

I have borne that flag in former years
To conquer a savage foe,

Whose ravaging deeds on our then frontier,
Brought terror, and death, and woe;
And how we suffered 'mid toil and pain,
'Tis history will tell you how,

Yet those whose peace those wars did gain,
Can call me a traitor now!

I bore that flag in New Orleans,
Which city's doom was thought
Beyond the power of patriot means
Ere the glorious Eighth was fought;
But when I saw to the Stripes and Stars
The British lion bow,

I little thought, in my grateful prayers,
To be called a traitor now!

No pelican was heard of then;

No moon's lone star was found; No palmetto bush, with its shaggy stem, And the serpent coiled around;

But the Stars and Stripes alone remained;
And pray, can you tell me how
That he who bore that flag unstained,
Can be called a traitor now?

Oh! had I remained in my native State,
Where my chieftain's grave was made;
Or had I been doomed to a similar fate,

And my bones near his been laid;

Or had he been spared for his country's good, I am sure he'd not allow

Those friends who in arms by him had stood Should be branded as traitors now.

But why, in my age, am I thus assailed?
To my name why apply this stain?
Have I to my country ever failed,

Or to society proved a bane?
No! no such charge or kindred crime

Can be stamped on my furrowed brow; But because rebellion I must decline, They call me a traitor now!

But ye, in my heart, I can't despair-
My country, so free and pure,

Whose toils and triumphs I helped to share,
For ages will yet endure.

When madmen cease and calm re-act,

And reason their minds endow,

They'll then these cruel words retract
That make me a traitor now.

THE WAR SLOGAN.

DEDICATED TO CAPTAIN M'MULLEN'S RANGERS.

"McGregor's Gathering."

Columbia is calling her sons to the border,

Rouse, rouse, ye brave hearts, to conquer or die; Revenge on the Southron, and death to the traitorOur Union forever, the slogan we cry.

Then gather! gather! gather!
Then gather! gather! gather!

While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river,
Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever!

They trample her banner, and murder her freemen;
They curse us as cowards, and swear we shall fly;
Give their homes to the flames and their flesh to the

ravens,

Our arms, keen and gory, shall answer the lie. Then gather! gather! gather! Then gather! gather! gather! While leaves on the forest, or foam on the river, Our Union, despite them, shall flourish forever!

THE TWO UNIONS.

DEDICATED TO IRISH PATRIOTS.

BY F. D. B.

When concord and peace to this land are restored, And the Union's established forever,

Though the "Star-Spangled Banner" proclaim o'er the sea

Success crown'd each noble endeavor,
Will any acknowledge Hibernians are free,
While the Sunburst's in exile? No! never.

On Erin's green soil (and on Erin's alone)
You can purchase your freedom forever,
When, join'd with your patriot brothers at home,
The foul Union of tyrants you sever.
NEW YORK.

THE RECAPTURED FLAG.

The following lines were suggested by an event which occurred during the battle of Stone Bridge. In the heat of the engagement the colors of the Sixty Ninth regiment, New York State Militia, were captured by the enemy, but while in the hands of two of the rebels, the attention of Capt. Wildey, of the New York Fire Zouaves, was drawn to the incident; he immediately fired, and succeeded in killing both of the insurgents, and recapturing the flag.

When sacrilegious rebel hands,
With rage and deadly hate,

Had rudely grasped our sacred flag,
Their doom was sealed by fate.

The flags of two nations appear on the field;-
You have vow'd to defend them forever;

Your duty to one, is the Union to shield ;-
To the other, the Union to sever !

The red rose speaks of love:
-And love I not my dead?
What speaks the white rose of?
Despair! Love's last despair!
This is the load I bear;
So I the white rose wear.

BY GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND.

We were informed that two members of the National Guards were married, just before being ordered to march, in the area adjacent to the fountain at the centre of the camp, in Franklin Square. A squad of soldiers remarked the ceremony, and a corps of drummers and fifers that were at hand struck up a certain goodly tune.-Reporter of Phila. Press, May 15.

I find it hard to credit the experience I have known: To be married in the twilight-in the darkness be alone;

To sit beside my window, when the clouds blot out the arch,

And think how long my heart must wait while he is

on the march.

We were wedded at the Fountain, beneath the open sky,

And, grouped amid the maple boughs, the regiment stood by;

Their bayonets flashed brightly, beneath a soft, pale moon,

And a file of handsome drummer lads struck up a pleasant tune.

He took my moist, hot hand in his, as he had done before,

And the parson's talk was low and sweet, like some dear voice of yore;

I seemed to be a girl again—the wedding was a spell

And hardly knew what words were said-'twas like a funeral.

How like a mockery it seemed the formulary part: They asked me would I love him-I looked into my

heart!

Perhaps amid my tears some morn, the tidings I may spell,

Amid victorious returns, of one who fought and fell; Who lay amid the mangled heaps, where blood ran like a lea,

And pressed his hand upon his heart, and, dying, spoke of me.

Then, women who have husbands will tell of glorious And honor him that bravely fell beneath the Stripes

wars,

and Stars;

And I shall hug my widow's weeds, while life shall ebb apace, And mark upon no child of mine the hue of his dear

face.

But all my dreams still hear the drums that beat our wedding peal,

The tinkle of the falling spray, the clink of sabre steel,

The music of his sad farewell, the kiss before he went,

The flutter of the silken flag above the regiment.

No coward mark rests on him; his duty called him forth!

The eagle led him southward from her eyrie in the North.