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TO ROBERT GOULD SHAW.

A toast I'll give, to finish, it will please you all, I know,

Buried by South-Carolinians under a pile of twenty-four It's "champagne" to our real friends, and "real pain"

negroes.

ON Alaric, buried in Busento's bed,

The slaves, the stream who turned, were butchered

thrown,

That, so his grave eternally unknown,

No mortal on the Scourge of God might tread.
Thou, nobler hero, nobler grave hast won,

In Wagner's trench, beneath brave freemen hid,
By Vandals on thee piled-a pyramid,
That to all coming time shall make thee known.
In death, as life, round thee their guard they keep;
And, when next time they hear the trumpet's sound,
Will they, with thee, on heaven's parapet leap:
The four-and-twenty elders on the ground
Their crowns before thy lowly comrades lay,

to our foe.

MUSTERED OUT.

BY REV. WILLIAM E. MILLER.

Let me lie down,

Just there in the shade of this cannon-torn tree,
Here, low on the trampled grass, where I may see
The surge of the combat; and where I may hear
The glad cry of victory, cheer upon cheer!
Let me lie down!

Oh! it was grand!

While "Come up higher, Friend!" thou hearest God The tempest-its fury and thunder was there;

Like the tempest we charged the triumph to share:

say.

THE MERCEDITA.

L. HOLBROOK,

AIR-The Battle of Bull Run.

Come all you loyal seamen, a song I'll sing to you,
It's of a gallant steamer, now on the ocean's blue;
Her name's the Mercedita, rigged as a barquentine,
A bully ship and a bully crew as ever yet was seen.
Stellwagen is our captain, his knowledge none can
doubt,

The prizes we have taken have shown that he's about;
And there's Lieutenant Abbot, beloved by us all,
Then Wilder, Gover, Baldwin, we hope they ne'er
will fall.

The next is Mr. Dwyer, no braver man can be;
And then comes Doctor Mason, no kinder man he;

Then Steine and Rogers, they come next, both good

men and brave;

A better group of officers ne'er crossed the ocean

wave.

The engineers are all the same, just what we seamen like;

There's Doig, Martin, and Munger, who always keep us right.

Another name I'll give you now, none bolder or more sound,

It's Rockefeller puts us through when we are home-
ward bound.

The gallant Mercedita, with all her gallant crew,
She hoists her flag up to her mast-the red, the white,
the blue-

And when the rebel ram struck her, and split her boil-
er through,

"How are you, Mercedita, and all your noble crew ?"

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On, on, o'er intrenchments, o'er living and dead,
With the foe under foot and our flag overhead;
Oh! it was grand !

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Hark! there's a shout!
Raise me up, comrades! We have conquered, I know!
Up, up on my feet, with my face to the foe!
Ah! there flies the Flag, its Star-spangles bright,
The promise of glory, the symbol of right!
Well may they shout!

I'm mustered out!

O God of our fathers! our freedom prolong,
And tread down rebellion, oppression, and wrong!
O land of earth's hope! on thy blood-reddened sod
I die for the Nation, the Union, and God!
I'm mustered out!

GENERAL JOE HOOKER. Supposed to be sung by one of his Division, on the summit of Look-Out Mountain, subsequent to its capture, November, 1863. THE camp fire burns bright and the cider is sound: Come, comrades, attention, let us gather around: In the gloom of my tent when we'd taken Look-Out, With heart fired with vict'ry, foot-sore from a scout, I just jingled these rhymes and I'll sing them to you; They're of one whom true soldiers acknowledge True Blue,

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The old proverb it runs, "Every dog has his day," But some dogs have two chances when dog's work's to play,

And the people at home, when the truth comes to light,

Will accord second chance to the dog who can fight:
And, whatever backbiters and stay-at-homes say,
If Joe's last at the feast he's e'er first at the fray.
And while some love champagne, toothsome sweets,
and good mutton,

It is only for fighting that Hooker's a glutton;
And with him, at no hardship should private repine,
For though tempting the meats and enticing the wine,
He'll not see his men suffer and sit down to dine.
Rat-ta-tat, Tra-la-la, fill we out a full can,
We'll both drink to the Hero, and drink to the Man,
And the General too, who 'mong bold ones will stand,
Who dared put into practice what head-work had
planned.

Listen, comrades, we Yankees are most reading men,
And something of history and generals ken.
Which commanders are those that a soldier will men-
tion,

Who's studied his books with delight and attention?

Some generals' sole thought is a well-secured base;
The great forte then of others intrenchments to trace
I've e'en heard of commanders "skedaddled" out
right,

And 'mong these, once, great Fred'ric, if read I aright
Some, like Oliver Twist, are e'er calling for "more"-
By the way, that's not only the case in this war;
Even Nap used to say, Never leave back a corps,
But to "Field of Decision" bring up every man,
For exactly what's needed who calculate can?
Some generals, in practice, worth not even a "red,"
Dream of catching Naps napping, get "gobbled" in-
stead;

Or, at newspaper clamor, send thousands to die,
"On to Richmond" speech-makers, who, deep in the
Without caring a "hard-tack" for you boys or I!

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And the rank and file scout a political plan,
For a soldier knows soldier, a man loves a man!
Then to him who of fighting ne'er yet got his fill;
To that general who e'er found a way for his will;
To that one when most wronged chose then most to
obey;

And in stern path of duty, showed, led on, the way;
Three cheers and a tiger! 'Tis Joe Hooker, the man
Who as chief or corps leader will do all he can,
And as long as he serves our dear country we know
Just the spot where to find him, Joe Hooker, our Joe.
ANCHOR.

INCIDENTS OF THE OCCUPATION OF HAGERSTOWN.

July 7.-During the stay of the confederates in town,

Why, Gustavus, and Fred'rick, Charles, Blücher, and the boys ranging from twelve to sixteen reaped quite

Saxe,

And the like, who trod ably in Hannibal's tracks, 'Mong our own, Greene, “Mad Anthony," Schuyler, and Lamb,

And Montgomery, dead near the field of Montcalm— That field where Wolfe died, all content as victoriousLeaving names that are watchwords-whole nation's themes glorious.

Well! who most in this war showed a spirit like

theirs?

Grant and Farragut truly have done their full shares;
But the two, who at outset, the foremost will show
Were Phil Kearny in coffin; alive, “Fighting Joe."
Do you know why true soldiers will talk "Fighting
Joe,"

Because he's a game-cock will fight well as crow,
And like Taylor no responsibility shirk

If the country would win though he lost by the work.
"As well hang for a sheep as a lamb," so he said,
When the orders to back out from Richmond were
read;

And at Look-Out, when counted all out of the fight, 'Twas Hooker who triumphed, 'twas Joe stormed the height.

"If a man's got fight in him, laughed 'ruddy-faced Joe,' When a fight's to come off he'll in stirrup get toe :" Then three cheers and a tiger for him who will plan And then try to accomplish his thoughts like a man.

a harvest by confiscating all the revolvers that were left in the holsters upon the backs of officers' horses, which they (the boys) were holding. Our informant was shown some sixty revolvers thus captured, and the Union boys are making good use of them.

Business has been suspended for nearly three weeks at Hagerstown, and the streets are continually crowded with men, women, and children. The Union men congregate in front of the Hagerstown Bank-at times numbering hundreds-all bearing a cheerful look and hand, the secesh make their headquarters at the Washdiscussing the prospects of the war. On the other ington House, immediately opposite the Bank, where they can be heard vowing vengeance upon the loyal portion of the community.

A pleasing incident occurred during Ewell's stay in town. The Fourth North-Carolina, Colonel Grimes, was encamped in the public square, doing provost duty. Attached to this regiment was an excellent brass band, and on the first evening of their arrival they enlivened the town by playing rebel airs. At last they struck up "Dixie;" immediately some twenty young ladies, headed by Miss McCameron and Miss Emma Wantz, joined in singing the "Star-Spangled Banner," which soon drowned the rebel horns. This created intense feeling, and the Union boys sent up shout after shout.

Another incident, worthy of note, occurred after a portion of the rebel army had passed into Pennsylva

nia. Four Union prisoners, captured near Carlisle, were brought into town under guard, when the two young ladies above named stepped into the street and presented each prisoner with a bouquet, tied with red, white, and blue.

In passing through Maryland the rebel army lost large numbers by desertion, the most of them being Virginians and North-Carolinians, while some few were Northern men and foreigners. When the Union cavalry entered the town several rebel soldiers came in and gave themselves up.

the enemies of the confederate States," were directed to be turned over to the authorities of "State or States in which they shall be captured, to be dealt with according to the present or future laws of such State or States."

On the twenty-first of July, however, the Commanding General telegraphed to the Secretary of War for instructions as to the disposition to be made of the negroes captured on Morris and James Islands, and on the twenty-second received a reply that they must be turned over to the State authorities, by virtue of the joint resolutions of Congress in question.

Accordingly, on the twenty-ninth July, as soon as a copy of the resolution or act was received, his Excellency Governor Bonham was informed that the negroes captured were held subject to his orders, to be dealt with according to the laws of South-Carolina,

After the passage of Longstreet's corps every thing remained quiet until Sunday, when, about six o'clock in the evening, thirteen cavalrymen belonging to a New-York regiment made a dash into town, and, with the assistance of the Union boys of the town, who ran to the confederate hospital and seized the muskets there stored, they succeeded in capturing quite a num- On the same day (twenty-ninth July) Governor Bonber of prisoners, among them a rebel mail carrier and ham requested that they should be retained in milihis mail. Chaplain Dabney Ball, (formerly pastor of tary custody until he could make arrangements to dis Wesley Chapel in Washington,) who was in town, pose of them; and in that custody they still remain, made his escape by jumping from his horse and tak-awaiting the orders of the State authorities. Respecting to the fields. His horse was secured by a smart fully, your obedient servant, little fellow named Richard Boward, who rode the horse to Frederick, and handed it over to the military. Again, on Monday last, twenty men of the Fifth regulars made a dash into town and captured eleven stragglers, two carbines, four muskets, and four horses. This command took breakfast at the Washington House, kept by Harry Yingling, a well-known rebel gan. Some of his men proceeded out west of the sympathizer, and who has been taking rebel scrip from the confederates for bills contracted. It was suggest

ed to the officer in charge that he should pay his bill with the same kind of money, and the "gray-backs" being furnished him by a citizen, he paid Harry off in his own coin.

And again, on Tuesday morning, our men made another dash, and captured eleven prisoners and two horses. The rebels, hearing of this, came over in force from Williamsport, but our men had made their escape with their prisoners.

THOMAS JORDAN,

Chief of Staff.

red at Salem, Indiana, during the raid of John Mor
SECESH SYMPATHY.-The following incident occur

town to burn the bridges and water tank on the rail-
road. On the way out they captured a couple of per
sons living in the country, one of whom was a Quaker.
The Quaker strongly objected to being made a pris-
oner. Secesh wanted to know if he was not strongly
opposed to the South. "Thee is right," said the
Quaker, "I am." "Well, did you vote for Lincoln?"
"Thee is right; I did vote for Abraham."
"Well, what are you?"

man.

"Thee may naturally suppose that I am a Union Cannot thee let me go to my home?" "Yes, yes; go and take care of the old woman," said secesh.

NEGROES TAKEN IN ARMS.-On this very important The other prisoner was taken along with them, but subject, in reply to some strictures of the Charleston not relishing the summary manner in which the Mercury, (made under misapprehension,) the Chief of Quaker was disposed of, said: "What do you let him Staff of General Beauregard addressed to that journal I voted for Breckinridge, and have always been op He is a black Abolitionist. Now, look here, the following letter: posed to the war. I am opposed to fighting the South, decidedly."

HEADQUARTERS, DEPARTMENT OF S. C., GA., AND FLA., CHARLESTON, S. C., August 12, 1863. Colonel R. B. Rhett, Jr., Editor of Mercury:

In the Mercury of this date you appear to have written under a misapprehension of the facts connected with the present status of the negroes captured in arms on Morris and James Islands, which permit me to state as follows:

"The Proclamation of the President, dated December twenty-fourth, 1862, directed that all negro slaves captured in arms should be at once delivered over to the executive authorities of the respective States to which they belong, to be dealt with according to the laws of said States."

An informal application was made by the State authorities for the negroes captured in this vicinity; but as none of them, it appeared, had been slaves of citizens of South-Carolina, they were not turned over to the civil authority, for at the moment there was no official information at these headquarters of the Act of Congress by which "all negroes and mulattoes, who shall be engaged in war, or be taken in arms against the confederate States, or shall give aid or comfort to

go for?

"You are," said secesh; "you are what they call around here a Copperhead, an't you?"

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"Yes, yes," said the Butternut, insinuatingly; "that's what all my neighbors call me, and they know I an't with them."

"Come here, Dave!" hallooed secesh. "There's a Butternut. Just come and look at him. Look here, old man, where do you live? We want what horses you have got to spare, and if you have got any greenbacks, just shell 'em out!" and they took all he had.

ORGANIZED RESISTANCE TO THE CONFEDERACY IN LOUISIANA.-Many persons are disposed to doubt the correctness of the published statements of the condition of affairs at the South-such as the marked change of sentiment in North-Carolina, the wholesale desertions from the rebel armies, the banding together of conscripts to resist any attempt to force them into the confederate ranks, etc., etc. We now have positive proof of the fact however, that as long ago as last

February, conscripts in Louisiana formed together and defied the Government of Jeff Davis. The following is a copy of a letter found in Port Hudson, after the surrender of that place:

"PORT HUDSON, February 9, 1863. "Lieutenant-Colonel James H. Wingfield: "COLONEL: In obedience to Special Order No. 27, I proceeded to the Parish of Washington, and immediately commenced notifying all men belonging to my command to come to camp, when they promised to do so, and I find nine of them here on my return. "Others I saw belonging to my command, and some of company C, who positively refused to do so, saying at the same time that they would prefer to die at home. The absentees from this command, together with the conscripts, have formed themselves into a company for mutual protection and resistance of confederate authorities. They number some seventy-five men, and meet in their camp once or twice a week, and the depredations carried on by them are fearful. The citizens are intimidated, and dare not speak their mind in the neighborhood of these men.

into another State for trial, and there imprisoned in Chattanooga to satisfy the malice of the military authorities in Atlanta, whose acts of despotism caused the death of peaceable citizens, and murdered even the babe in my wife's arms. During my imprison ment my family became sick, one of my children died, and my wife's recovery was for some time regarded as hopeless. Sir, these are facts which many respectable citizens of Atlanta can corroborate.

"For defending the character of Michael Myers, a respectable citizen, who was arrested on suspicion of Union principles-and when visited by his friends on the following day, was found senseless, with a fracture in his skull about three inches long, from the effects of which he died in less than forty-eight hours from the time of his arrest-I was again made to suffer. Having dared to call for an investigation into the cause of his death, and accusing the provost-guards of at least some knowledge of his murder, has been, I well believe, the indirect cause of my repeated arrests, until deprived of all that could constitute a home. I was then, as if in mockery of my situation, "I applied to Lieutenant-Colonel Miller, the nearest called on to defend my home from Yankee' invasion regardless of the certificates of two eminent confederate authority at Ponchitoula, for force suffi- too. cient to arrest these men. Answer is herewith in- doctors, proving my exemption from military service. closed. I also beg leave to submit the following facts: These conscript officers have endeavored to force me That the entire lake coast of St. Tammany, over sixty to fight for their benign government. Military law miles in width, is left unguarded, and daily communi- having ignored all civil law, left me no means of recation is kept up with the enemy in New-Orleans; dress. My wife, therefore, wrote an appeal to the that cotton and other contrabands are shipped to the military authorities, but the newspapers of Atlanta reenemy to any extent the people may see proper. I fused to publish it, stating that it was too personal." saw many loads of cotton being hauled for shipment to New-Orleans.

"There is a steamer by the name of the Charles Rust, Captain J. Johnson, plying between the lower landings of Pearl River and some of the counties in the State of Mississippi. Upon the return trip she brings cotton to the lower landings, from thence it is shipped to New-Orleans.

Negroes are constantly leaving Washington and Fort Tammany Parishes, Louisiana, and Hancock and Pike counties, Mississippi, and the people think they will all leave if there is not sufficient force sent to protect the coast.

"I find the people much exposed to the depredations of this band, and I ask in behalf of the citizens of the Parish of Washington, in which companies A, C, and K of this battalion were raised, that some force be sent to protect the families of the men who are now in the service of their country.

"With the above facts, I beg leave to submit myJ. J. SLOCUM, self your obedient servant,

"Captain Co. A, Ninth Battalion P. R."

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SONGS OF THE REBELS.

BEYOND THE POTOMAC.

BY PAUL H. HAYNE.

They slept on the fields which their valor had won!
But arose with the first early blush of the sun,
For they knew that a great deed remained to be done,
When they passed o'er the River!

They rose with the sun, and caught life from his
light-

Those giants of courage, those Anaks in fight-
And they laughed out aloud in the joy of their might,
Marching swift for the River:

On! on! like the rushing of storms through the hills— The above letter was brought home by a Massa- On! on! with a tramp that is firm as their willschusetts soldier.-Boston Traveller. And the one heart of thousands grows buoyant and thrills

THE REBEL DESPOTISM IN GEORGIA.-Mr. J. Harford, a refugee from Atlanta, Georgia, sends to the Nashville Union the following account of the sufferings of the people of Georgia under the rebel rule:

At the thought of the River!

Oh! the sheen of their swords! the fierce gleam of

their eyes

"When this war commenced I was engaged in the It seemed as on earth a new sunlight would rise, dry-goods business; have subsequently kept a dining. And king-like flash up to the sun in the skies, O'er the path to the River. saloon, with a license for the sale of liquors. In Atlanta citizens are compelled to obey military rules which they do not recognize as law, and which rules But, their banners, shot-scarred, and all darkened even that government (through Alexander A. Stephens)

with gore,

pronounced to be illegal, arbitrary, and unjust, yet for On a strong wind of morning streamed wildly before, refusing to obey which I have been seven times im- Like the wings of death-angels swept fast to the prisoned my property forcibly carried away without compensation. My family thus robbed, I was sent

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The green shore of the River.

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On! on! like the rushing of storms through the hills
On! on! with a tramp that is firm as their wills,
And the one heart of thousands grows buoyant and
thrills

As they pause by the River.

Then the wan face of Maryland, haggard and worn,
At that sight, lost the touch of its aspect forlorn,
And she turned on the foeman full statured in scorn,
Pointing stern to the River.

And Potomac flowed calm, scarcely heaving her breast,
With her low lying billows all bright in the West,
For the hand of the Lord lulled the waters to rest
Of the fair rolling River.

Passed! passed! the glad thousands march safe

through the tide.

(Hark, Despot! and hear the wild knell of your pride, Ringing weird-like and wild, pealing up from the side Of the calm flowing River!)

'Neath a blow swift and mighty the Tyrant shall fall,
Vain! vain! to his God swells a desolate call,
For his grave has been hollowed, and woven his pall,
Since they passed o'er the River!

KING SCARE.

The monarch that reigns in the warlike North
An't Lincoln at all, I ween;

But old King Scare, with his thin, fast legs,
And his long sword in between;
The world has not for many a day

Seen merrier king or lord;

But some declare, in a playful way,

Scare should not wear a sword.

Yes, I have heard, upon my word,
And seen in prose and rhyme,
That if old Scare no sword would wear,
He'd make much better time.

I cannot tell why he put it on,
Nor tell where he got the heart,
But guess he intended it all for fun,
And not for a tragedy part;

But well made up with his togs and wear-
With his boots, and sword, and gun-
Not one of us knew it was old King Scare
Till we saw the monarch run.

It did us good to see him scud,
And put the miles behind him;

His friends now say: "Put your sword
away!"

But old Scare doesn't mind 'em.

He is ruler of twenty terrible States,
With ships and soldiers and tin;
But the State that all of these outrates
Is the terrible state he is in-
With just nowhere for his ships to move,
With his tin most terribly rare,
With his soldiers on every field to prove
True subjects of old King Scare.

The English Times and Punch in rhymes
Both say the Republic's nil;
That after the war, just as before,
Scare will be despot still.

Scare rides a horse in his "own countrie,"
And a high horse rides King Scare,
And a mighty host in his train there be
Who no gun nor falchion wear;
Now these be the freedom-shriekers bold
Who keep off the war-gine's track,
Who shut on the white race dungeon-doors,
And send "braves" to steal the black.
For abolition is but a mission
Of white-skinned niggers, to pray
And steal, and make the blacks they take
As free and as mean as they.

This monarch Scare is imperious quite,
And he loves to swear and chafe
At the "rebel" foe that, in every fight,
He can always run from-safe;
And all his gazettes in great round words
His "brave volunteers" bepraise,

Whom Scare drives up against "rebel" swords,
And the swords drive otherways.

Thus into battle, driven like cattle,

Come his brave volunteers,"

When from the fight, with all their might,

Each gallantly-disappears.

Hurrah for the land of old Scare, then-
Hurrah for the Yankee land!

What a grand old war were this if their men
Could only be made to stand;

How the guns would roar, and the steel would ring,
And the souls up to heaven would flare,

If all the Yankees had now for king

Old Courage, and not old Scare.

But never they that lie and pray,

And steal and murder too,

Have pluck to fight, for only the Right
Is the soldier to dare and do.

H.

UP! UP! LET THE STARS OF OUR BANNER

BY M. F. BIGNEY.

Respectfully dedicated to the Soldiers of the South.

Up! up! Let the stars of our banner
Flash out like the brilliants above;
Beneath them we'll shield from dishonor
The homes and the dear ones we love.
"With God and our Right!"
Our cry in the fight,

We'll drive the invader afar
And we'll carve out a name

In the temple of Fame

With the weapons of glorious war

Arise with an earnest endeavor

A nation shall hallow the deed;

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