The foe must be silenced for ever, Strong arms and a conquerless spirit We bring as our glory and guard: If courage a triumph can merit, Then Freedom shall be our reward. Chorus: With "God and our Right!" etc. Beneath the high sanction of Heaven, Chorus: With "God and our Right!" etc. SONG OF THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER. AIR-Barclay and Perkins' Drayman. I'm a soldier you see, that oppression has made, But I wear in my hat a blue cockade, He buckled on his knapsack-his musket on his breast And donned the pluméd bonnet-sword and pistol by his side; Then his weeping mother kissed him, and his aged father blessed, And he pinned the floating ribbon to his gallant plume of pride. And God be with the ribbon, and the floating plume of pride! The South is my home, where a black man is black, They have gone where duty called them, and may And a white man there is a white man; Now I'm tired of listening to Northern clack- The Yankees are 'cute, they have managed somehow They make all we want from a pin to a plough, Their parsons will open their sanctified jaws, Our cotton-bales once made a good barricade, In the cause of our freedom and right, man; The stars that are growing so fast on our flags, NOTE-The foregoing lines were written on the eighth of January, 1861, for a friend who had intended to sing them in the theatre, but thought at the time to be too much in the secession spirit. Cousin Sam, or C. S. Confederate States.-Richmond Examiner. VOL. VII.-POETRY 7 glory them betide! And swore a fearful oath to God, those men of iron might, That in the end the wrong should die, and up should go the right. The King sent over hireling hosts, Briton, Hessian, Scot, And swore in turn those Western men when captured should be shot, While Chatham spoke with earnest tongue against the hireling throng, And mournfully saw the Right go down, and place give to the Wrong. But God was on the righteous side, and Gideon's sword was out, With clash of steel, and rattling drum, and freemen's thunder-shout; And crimson torrents drenched the land through that long, stormy fight: But in the end, hurrah! the Wrong was beaten by the Right! Unawed by numbers, they defy And win a glorious name. Sprung from renowned heroic sires, 'Tis not the love of bloody strife- That stir their manly hearts. A sense of honor bids them go Which vengeance loud demands In Freedom's sacred cause they fight, And by Manassas' glorious name, THE LANDING ON MORRIS ISLAND, S. C.-Captain S. H. Gray, commanding two companies of the Seventh Connecticut regiment, in the landing upon Morris Island, on the ninth of July, 1863, gives the following account: "Early on the ninth we received orders to be ready by sundown for a fresh start. To prevent any mistake in the night, each officer and man had on his left arm a white badge three inches wide. General Strong was to embark two thousand men in boats, and take them The day has come again, when men who love the beau-up Folly River in the Lighthouse Inlet; and at sunrise the batteries that had been erected (there were over forty guns and mortars in position) were to open, and the gunboats to engage the batteries on the opposite side of the island. The boats arrived with the troops in good time, preceded by eight boat-howitzers from the gunboats; the first boat contained General Strong and staff, and then came the battalion of the Seventh Connecticut volunteers. "General Gillmore told Colonel Rodman that the General had concluded that our battalion was the most reliable, and could be trusted, and was selected for that reason. The batteries opened at daylight, and in a short time the enemy discovered the boats, and threw shell and solid shot, trying to sink them. The shot and shell struck and burst all around us, but only one boat was struck, containing some of the Sixth Connecticut volunteers, killing one, and wounding two or three. The General's boat got two discharges of grape. Just at this moment, Lieutenant-Colonel Rodman said to the General: 'Let me land my command and take that battery.' The General hesitated at first, and then said: Go!' Colonel Rodman stood up in the stern of his boat, and gave the command-as the boats were all in line and in good order-'Seventh Connecticut! man your oars and follow me.' We had previously detailed fifty men as oarsmen, leaving us about one hundred and seventy-five effective men and officers. At the order, we all headed for the shore; and, as the boats struck, every man sprang as if by | instinct, and in an instant the men were in line. "We advanced rapidly to the first line of rifle-works; sight, in a direction due north from those who were our skirmishers cleared it with a bound, and advanced looking on. to the second line. Our main forces moved to the first "The gentleman who witnessed this is a man with line; the foe retired, firing. Lieutenant-Colonel Rod- whom you were once acquainted, Mr. Editor, and as man now sent word back for the General to land his truthful a man as we have in this county, and as little whole force, as we could hold the line we occupied. liable to be carried away by 'fanciful speculations' as After exchanging a few shots, and the brigade being any man living. Four others (respectable ladies) and landed and ready to advance, the enemy began to give a servant-girl witnessed this phenomenon. W. way. Lieutenant Jordan, with a detachment of com- "P. S.-On the fourteenth instant, the same scene, pany I, pushed right up into their batteries on our almost identical, was seen by eight or ten of our pickright, and not finding the first gun in working order-ets at Bunger's Mill, and by many of the citizens in it having been disabled by a shot-he pushed forward that neighborhood; this is about four miles east of to what is now called Battery Rodman, in which there Pearcy's. It was about one hour passing."-Richmond was an eight-inch sea-coast howitzer, and turned it on Dispatch, October 2. the retreating foe, bursting several shells over their heads before they reached Fort Wagner. JENNIE WADE. "Our forces captured eight single-gun batteries and three mortars, and not far from two hundred prison-Beside a little streamlet that sparkled clear and bright, Reflecting back in beauty the morning's rosy light, There stood a little cottage, so humble, yet so fair, ers." there; REMARKABLE PHENOMENON.-A writer in the Staun-You might have guessed some fairy had found a refuge ton Spectator, dating at Lewisburgh, Greenbrier County, Virginia, September fifteenth, writes to that paper a description of a remarkable atmospheric phenomenon witnessed in that town. It was seen by our pick ets, a few miles from the town. The same scene has been described in several respectable papers, the editors of which all vouch for the reliability of their informants. The writer says: "A remarkable phenomenon was witnessed, a few miles west of this place, at the house of Mrs. Pearcy, on the first day of this month, at about three o'clock P.M., by Mr. Moses Dwyer, her neighbor, who happened to be seated in her porch at the time, as well as by others at or near the house. There bloomed the sweet syringos, there blushed the roses red, And there the stately lily its rarest perfume shed; er there. morn, But to that lowly dwelling there came one summer's The muttering of the thunder, which told the com ing storm: "Fly to your country's rescue!" the rousing tocsir said, dead." And Jennie's father heard it-her lover heard it too; And those intrepid freemen asked not what they should do, They had no thought of keeping a coward watch at home, "The weather was quite hot and dry; not a cloud" And sweep the base invaders to slumber with the could be seen; no wind even ruffled the foliage on the surrounding trees. All things being propitious, the grand panorama began to move. Just over and through the tops of the trees, on the adjacent hills on the South, immense numbers of rolls, resembling cotton or smoke, apparently of the size and shape of doors, seemed to be passing rapidly through the air, yet in beautiful order and regularity. The rolls seemed to be tinged on the edge with light green, so as to resemble a border or deep fringe. There were apparently thousands of them, and were, perhaps, an So calling to his daughter, the hardy yeoman said: hour in getting by. After these had passed over and “I hear, my darling Jennie, the rebel foemen's tread; out of sight, the scene was changed from the air above And I must go to meet them; they will not harm you to the earth beneath, and became more intensely interhere; esting to the spectators, who were witnessing the pano-Else I should deem my duty to guard a life so dear. rama from different stand-points. While sweeping through their country the rebel foes did come. said, friend." "In the deep valley beneath, thousands upon thou-"Yet war is dark and bloody," with quivering lips he sands of (apparently) human beings (men) came in. And ere the strife is ended, I may be with the dead: view, travelling in the same direction as the rolls, marching in good order, some thirty or forty in May God in mercy keep you, and every blessing send, depth, moving rapidly, double-quick,' and comAnd should I fall, in William you'll find a faithful menced ascending the sides of the almost insurmountable hills opposite, and had the stoop peculiar to men when they ascend a steep mountain. There seemed to be a great variety in the size of the men; some were very large, whilst others were quite small. Their arms, legs, and heads, could be distinctly seen in motion. They seemed to observe strict military discipline, and there were no stragglers to be seen. "There was uniformity of dress-loose white blouses or shirts, with white pants, wool hats, and were without guns, swords, or any thing that indicated 'men of war,' On they came, through the valley and over the teep hill, crossing the road, and finally passing out of "And I, my darling Jennie," the gallant William said, "May in the coming conflict be numbered with the. dead, And yet," with trembling accents, and misty eyes, said he, "I only fear, my treasure, lest harm should come to "Fear not for me," she answered, "but I will breathe And when the conflict's over, come to this home so dear, And I will wait to welcome and bless your coming here." The father's arms a moment were folded round his child, Whose fair and gentle presence his weary hours beguiled, And mingled tears and kisses were rained upon her cheek, While William looked the parting his lips refused to speak. The summer days went gliding in golden circles by, And Lee's impetuous army to Gettysburgh drew nigh; The fierce and bloody conflict swept through that re gion fair, Yet still heroic Jennie dwelt in the cottage there. And while her heart was aching, lest those she loved were dead, Her plump and rosy fingers moulded the soldiers bread. "Fly! fly! heroic maiden," a Union soldier said, "For through this vale there sweepeth a double storm of lead." Then spoke the fearless Jennie: "I fear not for my life, My father and one other are in that deadly strife: Loud and more loud thundered the crimson tide of war, And thick and fast the bullets swept through the summer air, And one (some fury sped it) pierced Jennie's faithful breast, And laid its throbbing pulses for evermore at rest. Who on that summer morning swept by with martial tread; Among them Jennie's father in death's embraces lay, But William passed unwounded through all that fearful day: And so with hurried footsteps he sought the cottage door, Alas, alas, my darling! no words of welcome come, For cold in death sweet Jenny awaits for me at home. "For this, (oh! hear me, heaven,) my eye shall never fail, My hand be true and steady to guide the leaden hail: A force more strong than powder, each deadly ball shall urge The memory of the maiden who died at Gettysburgh.” And now, all bravely battling for freedom and for life, Whene'er the bugle soundeth to call him to the strife, He remembers that fair maiden, all cold and bloodylaid, And strikes with dread precision, as he thinks of Jennie Wade. E. S. T. She comes from St. Louis! Our torpor is o'er; We breathe the fresh air of the Northland once more; Life wakes at the wharves again, stirs in the street, Beams bright in the faces that smile as they greet; But oh! no Jennie met him with welcome, as of yore. No traitor our triumph can hinder or marHe crossed the humble threshold, then paused in hor-She comes from St. Louis ! ror there: There lay his heart's best treasure-so cold, so still, so fair! "O God!" he cried in anguish, "what fiend hath done this deed? Would I had died in battle, ere I had seen her bleed: Hurrah and hurrah! She comes from St. Louis! Away with the plea INDEX. EXPLANATIONS OF ABBREVIATIONS IN THE INDEX. D. stands for Diary of Events; Doc. for Documents; and P. for Poetry, Rumors, and Incidents. A Midnight Scene at Vicksburgh, by P. 6 P. 19 A Mother's Story, by Eugene II. P. 80 An Anglo-Rebel, letter from, 4 Vols., D. D. 5 ADAMS, WIRT, Gen., rebel, Address of the rebel Governors to the people of Texas, Louisiana, Doc. 406 Aeronautic Corps of the Army of the Potomac, discontinued, After the Battle, A Good Camp Story, D. 15 Alabama, Legislature of, on the mil- itary employment of slaves, D. 47 An Appeal to Arms, by G. W. M., P. tional train captured at, D. 57 58 "Ann," schooner, captured, Army of the Tennessee, rebel, zation of troops on board trans- D. 40 ARTHUR, MATTHEW. See Medals of 51 "Alabama," privateer, capture of, D. 2 D. Antietam Creek, Md., account of the and the Governor of St. Croix, APTHORP,, Capt. Second South- P. 25 Carolina, Albany Democracy, D. 7 Aldie, Va., cavalry fight at, D. 11 battle at, cavalry fight at, June 17, Doc. 811 Col. Duffie's report, Doc. 313 ism of, Gen., rebel, Capt. Allen's report, Doc. 814 A rebel letter, 5 D. fight near, June 21, Gen. Pleasant- Arizona rebel vols. See Brashear on's report of, Doc. 816 E. A. Paul's account, Doc. 816 Third rebel brigade, Doc. 276 "Indianapolis Journal" account, Arkansas, Union meetings in, Doc. 817 guerrillas in, D. 66 ALEXANDER, H. E., Lieut., account of of the destruction of the, Doc. 484 Doc. 510 ALSTON, Lieut.-Col., rebel, journal of reaches Waldon's Ridge, Gen. Blunt's address to the peo- D. 50 |