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THE PICKET LINE
AND
CAMP FIRE STORIES;
A COLLECTION OF
WAR ANECDOTES,
BOTH GRAVE AND GAY.
ILLUSTRATrVE OF TB:E
TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS OF SOLDIER LIFE;
WITH A THOUSAND-AND-ONE
Humorous Stories, told of and by Abraham Lincoln,
TOGETHER WITH A FULL COLLECTION OF
Northern and Southern War Songs.
BY A MEMBER OF G. A. R.
NEW YORK:
HURST & CO., PUBILISHES,
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A Picturesque Rebel Army,...16
A Camp of Females at Island No. 10,....    89
A Female Secesh,.......47
A New York Heroine,...                52
A Remarkable Escape,...                   56
A Maryland Unionist,....                 57
A Demijohn drilled, and its contents spiked,.. 69
A Yankee trick in Missouri,.....   72
A Female Spy,......93
A Young Man of the 140th,.....    98
An Inquisitive Rebel; or, Tapping the Lightning,.. 11
An Exciting Incident of Picket Life,.    12
An Incident of the Battle of Forts,...            20
An F. F. V. outwitted by a Chicago Fire Zouave,.  54
An Incident of the Williamsburg Battle,...   70
An Explanation,....                        10
Burnside and the Fisherman,... 44
Couldn't Stand it or, the last of Six,...     19?    California Joe at his work,...... 59
Carson the Scout-not Kit,....       61
Clearing the Battle-field after anengagement,..  71
Daring Adventure by Union Soldiers,....       43
Drubbing a Prisoner; or, Pat and the F. F. V.,.. 44
Drumming a Coward out of Camp,.                61
Death Scene of Capt. John Griswold,.. 88
Details,......18
Extraordinary Telegraphic Strategy-Notes from the
Diary of a Secesh Telegraphic Operator,..      22




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CONTENTS.


Gen. Stuart and a Darkey,.                            99
General McCall's First Escape,... 50
How the Rebels like Yankee Coffee,..    15
Hurst, the Tennessee Scout; or, the Persecution of a Union
man in Tennessee,...... 37
Heartlessness of a Surgeon,....         104
Joking on the Battle-field-Hallo, Lobsters, we are Union
men,.........58
Miss Taylor in Camp Dick Robinson,...    95
Not unless they lay down their arms,....    53
Preserving the Constitution; or, the Incidents attending
the operations of the Mackerel Brigade,. 42
Probable Tragic Close of an eventful Career,.         49
Rebels caught in their own trap,.         68
Remembered and Mourned,.....102
Scenes between Pickets,.                           21
Scene at a New York Recruiting Office,..81
Sure enough,...                               99
The Snake Hunters of Western Virginia; or, the Moccassin
Rangers,....                          7
The Rebels and the Telegraph; or, the Shelter Tents for
Gen. Pope's Army at Bull Run,...   41
The Burning of Cotton; or, a dissimilar result,.    45
Take your Choice Madam,..                  55
The Wrong Way-A funny Mistake,..       60
These are my boys,.....                 93
The Massachusetts 6th in Baltimore,...       84
The Drummer Boy of Marblehead,...      87
The Dying Soldier,..97
The Drummer Boy,....102
Vaccinnation in the Army; or, Irish Wit,..         18
What they all Need-Work your head, Susannah,.. 51
Who was she,.....       9




7


The Snake-Hunters of Western Virginia.
The organization of rebel guerilla leaders in the
mountain districts of Western Virginia has led to the
formation of opposing bands among the loyalists.
Among the rebel organizations is one celebrated as the
" Moccasin Rangers." They had a good time and an
easy one, robbing the Unionists with impunity, until
Captain Baggs got up his " counter-irritant" in the
shape of a company of" Snake-Hunters," a delicate
allusion to the venomous reptile bearing the name of
" moccasin." The " Snake-Hunters" are stalwart, rugged foresters, mountaineers and " original backwoodsmen "-shrewd, wary, and daring, as they are athletic
and active-fleet of foot, nimble climbers, and perfect
in the use of knife and gun. They were enlisted at
Wheeling, and mustered into the Union service there,
under that most half-horse, half-alligator, and the restsnapping turtle-est of human beings since the demise of
the lamented Colonel David Crockett, Captain Baggs,
who beat every county in Western Virginia for the
right breed, and sent them to Wheeling as fast as he
found them, to be licked into the shape required to constitute a Snake-Hunter in good standing. They were
recruited for mountain service, and were usually kept
on the trail of guerillas, and for other independent
enterprises; but when attached to an army, their business was to " trot" in the extreme front, in the capacity




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The Snake-Hunters of Western Virginia.


of guides, scouts, and spies. For a while they were
with Rosecrans' army of the Kanawha and Gauley,
and came often in contact there with their rebel rivals,
the Moccasin Rangers.
As to their arms, the only peculiar feature, I believe,
was their variety, each separate Snake-Hunter being at
liberty to indulge his fancy and consult his early habits,
the training of his hand and eye, in the choice of his
weapons.  But in their " toggery " everything was peculiar. A magnificent contempt for uniform distinguished them, and motley was their only wear. No
two were got up alike, and rarely did the accomplished
Snake-Hunter permit himself to be seen two days in
succession on parade, (if their extraordinary system of
tactics included such a dandyism,) in the same eccentric combination of " duds."
But most peculiar of all was their drill. Every movement was accomplished on the double-quick or in a run.
They acknowledged no " common time," and if reduced
to a dead march, they would surely have mutinied.
This, for instance, was Captain Baggs's very original
style of dismissing his company:
" Put down them thar blasted old guns, and be d-d
to you!"
[Which, being interpreted, is " Stack arms!"]
" Now to your holes, you ugly rats, and don't let me
see you again till I want you!"
[Which, being reduced to the Hardee vernacular,
means, "Break ranks-march!"]
Exeunt Snake-Hunters on the run, with grand divertisement of whoops, yells, and squeals, interspersed
with lifelike imitations of birds and beasts.




The Snake-Hunters of Western Virginia.  9
Once, when the Snake-Hunters were detailed to guard
some stores between Fairmount and Beverley, two ela-'
borate gentlemen from Philadelphia, who were making'
a tour of that country, had the good fortune to witness
their very original style of drill, and at the close of the
performance invited Captain Baggs to take a drink in
a neighboring rummery. As the tin-cups were laid
out, one of them expressed his astonishment, not to say
admiration, of his peculiar style of dismissing, " which
looked to him very much like a stampede," and was
curious to know where in the world they were all gone
to, and how the Captain expected to get them back if
he wanted them in a hurry. Baggs replied that the
process was rather difficult to explain, but " If they'd
jest let that 'ere rum wait a minute, he'd show 'em;"
whereupon, going to the door, he fired three barrels of
his revolver. The echo of the third report was still lingering among the cliffs when every blessed SnakeHunter burst into the bar-room with a whole menagerie
of roars and squeals and heehaws, and without question
or apology called for tin-cups. The demonstration of
Captain Baggs' style of " falling in " cost the elaborate
gentlemen from Philadelphia $5.
On one occasion, Baggs made his way into Floyd's
camp, near Gauley Bridge, disguised as a Quaker, his
suit of home-made being surmounted by the regulation
broad-brim, whose orthodoxy was attested by a small
Confederate flag. On passing the pickets, his unmistakable innocence being countersign enough, he asked
to be conducted to the General, to whom he had important information to communicate. On being admitted to head-quarters, he informed Floyd that a party
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10    The Snake-Hunters of Western Virginia.
of Union men were organizing in the neighborhood, for
the purpose of annoying his troops and killing off pickets-that he had obtained complete knowledge of their
'strength and places of rendezvous, for the purpose of
catching them in a trap, and that he had been arrested
and compelled to take an oath of secrecy.
Floyd listened to him with confidence, and was induced to send out three companies, who surprised the
Union party, and captured most of them, meantime giving his Quaker friend a pass through his lines, of which
the latter availed himself without loss of time.
But the cream of the story-which, you will please
to observe, is the Snake-Hunter's own, and not to be
sworn to by any one but himself-is to be found in the
fact that the " Union party" in question was in truth a
guerilla band, mustering by authority of Floyd himself..
Captain Baggs's style of punishment, like his drill,
was peculiarly his own. He knocked down the refractory Snake-Hunter with his fist, and mauled him to his
heart's content. He was once tried for cruelty to one
of his own men while under arrest, but acquitted.
Baggs, if still alive, is a sturdy, good-looking, swaggering, hard-swearing fellow, of about six feet two
inches, and quite young.
JOKING ON THE BATTLE-FIELD.-General Howard's
right arm was shattered by a ball in one of the recent
battles before Richmond, and it was amputated above
the elbow. While being borne on a litter he met Gen.
Kearney, who had lost his left arm in Mexico. " I want
to make a bargain with you, General," said Howard,
" that hereafter we buy our gloves together."




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An Inquisitive Rebel, or Tapping the Lightning.
The following is a remarkable instance of Federal
neglect and Confederate impudence:
The telegraph line between Memphis and Corinth was
exceedingly important. General Halleck's messages to
Com. Davis, Gen. Curtis and the commandant of this
post, have all passed over it. Little of the line was
guarded, but the rebels refrained from cutting the
wires; they found a better use for them.
The Memphis operators detected something wrong in
the working of the instruments, and surmised that some
outsider was sharing their telegraphic secrets. They
communicated this suspicion to the Superintendent at
Corinth, who promised to keep a sharp look-out.
They soon afterwards discovered that their uninvited
confidant could talk as well as listen. The transmission
of a message was suddenly interrupted by the ejaculation, "0 pshaw!" A moment after it was again broken
with "Hurrah for Jeff. Davis!"
Individuality shows itself as well in telegraphing as
in the footstep, or in handwriting. Mr. Hall, one of the
Memphis operators, instantly recognized the performer,
not by his tune, but his time, as a young man formerly
in Buffalo and other Northern offices, but iow employed
by the Confederates. Mr. Hall surprised him by replying promptly, " Ed. Saville, if you don't want to be hung,
you had better leave! Our cavalry is closing in on both
sides of you!"
There was a little pause, and then the reply: " How
in the world did you know me? However, I've been
here four days, and learned all we want to know. Ab




12       Exciting Incident of Picket Life
this is becoming rather a tight place, I think I will
leave. You'll see me again when you least expect it.
Good-bye, boys!"
The rebel operator made good his escape. He had
cut the wire, inserted a piece of his own, and by a
pocket instrument, been reading our official despatches.
Some of the utmost importance, giving the very infor.
mation most desired by the rebels, were passing, and
as they were not in cipher, he must have received them.
One from General Hovey, Commandant of this post, in
reply to a question from General Halleck, stated the
precise number of our available men in Memphis (only
about 3,000), and their exact location!
This brilliant but audacious telegraphic feat was
performed between Corinth and Moscow, and probably
within fifteen miles of Memphis!
An Exciting Incident of Picket Life.
The outer pickets of the two armies are often posted
within sight of each other; and when the land is cleared,
sometimes in hailing distance. But where the land is
thickly wooded, as in the majority of cases in this
vicinity, the outposts are cautiously advanced, and the
pickets sometimes stand their twenty-four hours without even seeing the enemy. But in such cases, that
invincible curiosity, which is so universally prominent
in the American mind, tempts some of the men on either
side to advance beyond their posts, simply to gratify
this peculiar fashion. And this breach of the rules by
whisla they are supposed to be governed sometimes re




Exciting Incident of Picket Life.    13
suits in ludicrous as well as thrilling adventures. A
case in point, which happened a few days since, created
some little amusement, and I will relate it as it was told
to me.
A member of one of our advanced regiments, being
stationed at one of our outposts, took his rifle in hand,
and watching a favorable opportunity, sallied forth in
advance of his comrades, in hope of meeting something
to break the monotony which his active mind felt impressed with, when standing at his post, and vainly
watching for a rebel to appear before him. He walked
musingly along, busying himself by " getting the hang
of the land," until a sudden noise, a short distance in
front of him, attracted his attention, and brought him
to halt to learn its cause. It proved to be occasioned
by a similar genius of the rebel army, who was as much
surprised as himself to discover their close proximity.
Taking advantage of the nature of the ground, each
placed himself behind a large tree, to watch for an opportunity to try their rifles. Cautiously putting their
heads out of their natural breastworks occasionally,
with the hope of catching the other unguarded, they
kept up quite a lively bobbing back and forth for some
time, without any favorable result to either side, until
at last the Yankee got impatient to either bag his game,
or else get bagged himself. The long suspense was
too much for his endurance, and being an excellent
shot, and growing weary of seeking an advantage, he
was anxious to give the rebel fully a fair show for his
life, and then trust his own luck to the grooved companion, which had never failed him. Setting his rifle
against his wooden breastwork, he stepped boldly out
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14        Exciting Incidents of Picket Life.
from its cover, and exposing his entire person, folded
his hands upon his breast, and coolly called upon the
astonished rebel to fire, and be sure of his aim. This
invitation puzzled him, and he hesitated at first, probably being afraid of some Yankee trick, in which he
would be outwitted; but at last, dismissing his fears,
he levelled his piece and fired. Vit went the minnie
over the Yankee's head. " Stand up, now, and give
me a show," said the live target, stretching his arn
out, and grasping his rifle.  The rebel doubtingly
placed himself in position, and away sped the bullet.
striking-the edge of the rebel's coat-sleeve, and, burying itself in a huge tree in the rear, left the rebel unhurt. Both parties were puzzled, and remained silent.
a few moments; but the Yankee was considerably chagrined, and proposed another trial. The rebel assented,
and the second trial was as bloodless as the first. So
was the third, fourth, and fifth. At the last discharge,
the Yankee's wonder knew no bounds, when he discovered the result, and he immediately yelled out:
" DAMN IT! WE CAN'T SHOOT!"  " I believe you," was
the response, and they approached each other, laughing
heartily at the ludicrous turn their encounter had taken,
and protesting that they had made good shots before,
if they didn't then. After a merry chat of a few minutes, they bade each other good luck, hoping to meet
again after the war is over, and wended their way back,
to tell their comrades of their adveature, which both
agreed was too good to keep.




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Another Picket Story.
When our army was in the Chickahominy swamp before Richmond, just at the breakfast hour, when the
aroma of good coffee is doubly delicious, our pickets
were accosted by a voice from the rebel side, a few
rods only distant, withHallo, there!"
" Hallo, yourself!"
( What you doing over there?"
" Making some coffee. Have some?"
( Will you let me come over?"
"Yes."
"Will you let me come back?'
C Yes."
Honor bright!"
Yes."
And over he came. His coffee drunk, he smacked
his lips, and said:
"Well, that's very nice. We don't get any of thaA
over on our side."
Then casting his eyes around, scrutinising the neat
appearance of our men, he continued:
" Well, you look very comfortable. All of you live
so?"
" Yes."
A few moments more of silence, and he broke out:
" Well, I like the looks of things here. I believe I
won't go back."
And he didn't.
Elsewhere on the lines they are not quite so sociable, -
though they have generally quitted the practice of
ahooting our men.




16


A Picturesque Rebel Army.


"Where's Beauregard?" asks one of our men.
Where's Banks?" sings out the rebel.
"Why don't the balloon go up to-day?" asks a rebel
near the New Bridge Battery, which fired several shots
at the balloon the other day.
" Waiting for gas," say our men in reply.
Exchanges of papers have been frequent, and sometimes they meet half-way, and have a sit-down chat on
a stump or rail. A couple met in this manner the other
day.
"Ain't you tired of this war?" says our man.
"Yes; and I wish I was out of it-it's all a humbug,
replies the rebel.
" If they'd leave it to you and me," continued our
man, "we'd settle it without any more fighting, wouldn't
we?"
( Yes, sir," said the rebel, with emphasis.
And so they would. If left for the pickets to settle,
the whole thing would be soon and amicably arranged,
and that, too, on the basis of things as they were.
A Picturesque Rebel Army.
General Price and his army have been described as
follows 
"As few people have an idea of the character of the
man, I give you a hasty pen-and-ink sketch, as he appeared to me during a brief interview. He is over six
feet in height, with a frame to match, full but not portly,
and straight as an Indian. His carriage is marked with
dignity, grace, and gentleness, and every motion bespeaks the attitude and presence of the well-bred gen



A Picturesque Rebel Army.


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Cleman. He has a large Websterian head, covered
with a growth of thick white hair, a high, broad, intel.
lectual forehead, florid face, no beard, and a mouth
among whose latent smiles you never fail to discover
the iron will that surmounts all obstacles.
" The army of General Price is made up of the extremes. It is a heterogeneous mixture of all human
compounds, and represents in its various elements every
condition of Western life. There are the old and the
young, the rich and poor, the high and low, the grave
and the gay, the planter and the laborer, farmer and
clerk, hunter and boatman, merchant and woodsmanmen, too, who have come from every State, and been
bronzed in every latitude, from the mountains of the.N'orthwest to the pampas of Mexico.
" Every man has come from his homestead fitted with
the best and strongest that loving mothers, wives and
sisters could put upon him. And the spectacle presented as they are drawn up in line, whether for marching or inspection, necessarily forms an arabesque pattern of the most parti-colored crowd of people upon
which human eyes ever rested. Some are in black, full
citizen's dress, with beaver hats and frock coats; some
in homespun drab; some in gray, blue and streaked;
some in nothing but red shirts, pants, and big top-boots;
some attempt a display with the old-fashioned militia
uniforms of their forefathers; some have banners floating from their ' outer walls' in the rear; some would
pass for our friend the Georgia Major, who used to wear
nothing but his shirt-collar and a pair of spurn
'Some are in rags,
Some in bags,
And some in velvet gowns.'"
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Vacoination in the Army.
The troops stationed in the vicinity of Washington
have passed examination, for the purpose of finding
those who were in need of being vaccinated. There
was plenty of fun going on during the examinationthe boys all trying to shirk the operation. They knew
that after seven years had passed the inoculation dies
out, and that it will have to be renewed in order to be
a preventive against disease: so all of them affirmed
that they had been vaccinated within five years.
" When were you vaccinated?" the doctor would ask,
taking hold of the man's arm.
"Three or four years ago, sir, he was sure to answer.
"Are you certain it is no longer?"
"Yes, sir."
And Lte is passed on as " satisfactory."
A gentleman from the Emerald Isle, whom we wilt
call Michael Rooney, made his appearance, his left sleeve
rolled up as far as it would go, when the following scene
took place:
"What is your name, my man?"
"Michael Rooney, sur."
Well, Michael, were you ever vaccinated?"
" I was that," said Michael, showing a scar just above
the elbow, probably produced by a cudgel in the hands
of some enraged countryman.
"How long ago was it?"
" How long ago is it? About five years, sur."
"Are you certain it is no longer?" asked the dootor,
doubtfully.
Here Michael scratched his head, looked down at his




Couldn't Stand it.           19
gunboats, then at the top of his tent, and answered
" Yes, sur; it's certain I am.''
After a pause, the doctor asked:
" Where were you vaccinated, Michael?'
"a On me arm, sur."
"But in what town, city, or country?"
"In Dublin county, sur."
" And how long have you been in this country?"
' Tin years, sur."
"And you were vaccinated five years ago!" exclaimed
the doctor. "Come, Michael, that will never do. You
haven't got a very good memory."
But Michael, nothing daunted, and seeing he was in
a tight place, broke out with, " Well, sur, I went out
there on a visit, me sister having died, and sending me
an invitation to attend the wake."
Further remarks were drowned in the laughter that
followed, and Michael's name was put down among
those who were to be vaccinated on the morrow.
Couldn't Stand It.
On our trip up, we had on board a tall, gaunt-looking
volunteer, whose appearance not only indicated that he
was lately from a hospital, but that it would perhaps
have been better for him to have remained there still,
for he certainly did not seem to be in a fit condition to
travel. He was from Eastern Ohio, and by some strange
whim of his comrades (soldiers have odd notions as to
names) he had won the cognomen of " Beauregard."
He was full of dry humor, and it had a peculiar zest,




20      Incident of the Battle of the Forts.
coming from such a dilapidated specimen of the human
kind. I asked him:
"How long were you in the hospital at -?"
"I stay'd just five days-I couldn't stand it any
longer."
"Why so? Were you not well treated?"
"Well, you see, when I went in there were six patients. The next day they buried one."
" Vhy, what of that?"
"Nothing; only the next day they buried another."
"They must have been severe cases, and made it
very unpleasant for you."
" D-d unpleasant! I knew my turn would come in
time. I went in on Monday, and if I stayed I would
be carried out on Saturday. So I made my calculation,
and on Friday I packed my knapsack and went away.
If I had not, I'd surely been buried on Saturday. Six
days-one man each day. I couldn't stand that!"
An Incident of the Battle of the Forts.
Captain Boggs, of the Varuna, tells a story of a brave
boy, who was on board his vessel during the bombardment of the forts on the -Mississippi river. The lad, who
answers to the name of Oscar, is but thirteen years of
age, but he has an old head on his shoulders, and is
alert and energetic. During the hottest of the fire, he
was busily engaged in passing ammunition to the gunners; and narrowly escaped death when one of the terrible broadsides of the Varuna's rebel antagonist was
poured in. Covered with dirt and begrimed with pow



Scenes Between Pickets.


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der, he was met by Captain Boggs, who asked, "Where
he was going in such a hurry?" "To get a passing.
box, sir; the other one was smashed by a ball!" And
so, throughout the fight, the brave lad held his place
and did his duty.
When the Varuna went down, Captain Boggs missed
his boy, and thought he was among the victims of the
battle. But a few minutes afterwards he saw the lad
gallantly swim towards the wreck. Clambering on
board of Captain Boggs' boat, he threw his hand up to
his forehead, giving the usual salute, and uttering only
the words, " All right, sir; I report myself on board,"
passed coolly to his station." So young a lad, so brave
and cool in danger, will make himself known as years
go over his head.
Scenes between Pickets.
One day the Federal pickets hailed their adversaries
with " Let us stop firing, and have a talk." " Agreed,"
says Secesh, and they held a conversation of about five
minutes, something after this style:
FED. "( Why do you want to break up the Government?"
SECESH. "( Because you Yankees desire to destroy our
institutions, and place the black on a level with the
white man."
FED. We ain't Yankees; we are Western men, and
don't want to injure you or your institutions, but to
protect all loyal citizens in all their legal rights."




2*2          Telegraphic Strategy.
SECESH. "Well, this' is a d-d bad war anyhow.
Good-bye."
ANOTHER SECESH. " Hallo! stop shooting, and I will
sing Dixie, and Bob will dance."
FED. "Agreed; go ahead." 
Secesh mounts the fence and sings; Bob comes out
in plain sight and dances. When the colloquy is over
they get their places. "All right! go ahead!" and
commence firing.
Extraordinary Telegraphic Strategy,
NOTES FROM THE DIARY OF A SECESH TELEGRAPH
OPERATOR.
A Curious Chapter in the History of the War.
KNOXVILLE, July 30th, 1862
lapt. R. A. ALSTON, A. A. G.:
On the 10th of July, General Morgan, with myself
and'a bodyguard of fifteen men, arrived at a point onehalf a mile below Horse Cave, on the Louisville and
Nashville Railroad, where I took down the telegraph
wire and connected my pocket instrument, for the purpose of taking off all despatches as they passed through.
Owing to a heavy storm prevailing South, the atmospheric electricity prevented me from communicating
with Bowling Green or Nashville. The first I heard was
Louisville calling Bowling Green. I immediately put
on my ground wire southward, noticing particularly at
the same time what change it would make in the cir.
suit. It did make it more or less stronger; but the




Telegraphic Strategy.         23
otorm mentioned affecting telegraphs more or less,
Louisville did not suspicion anything wrong, and I answered for Bowling Green, when I received the following message:
LOUISVILLE, July 10, 1862.
To S. D. BROWN, Bowling Green:
You and Colonel Houghton move together. I fear
the force of Colonel H. is too small to venture to Glasgow. The whole force should move together, as the
enemy are mounted. We cannot venture to leave the
road too far, as they may pass round and ruin it.
J. T. BOYLE,
Brigadier General Commanding.
I returned the usual signal, " 0. K.," after receiving
the message.
Louisville immediately called Nashville; and I answered for Nashville, receiving business for two hours. This
business was mostly of a private nature, and I took no
copies. It could be plainly perceived from the tenor of
the messages, that Morgan was in the country, and all
orders to send money or valuables by railroad were
countermanded, as they supposed. Little did the operator at Louisville think all his work would have to be
repeated the next day. Louisville also sent the news
of the day, and thus we were furnished with New York
and Washington dates of that day. During the whole
of this time it was raining heavily, and my situation
wvas anything but an agreeable one-sitting in the mud
with my feet in the water up to my knees. At eleven
o'clock, P. M., the General being satisfied that we had
trained Louisville of news, concluded to close for the




)24 ATelegraphic Strategy.
night, and gave me the following message, dating aad
signing:
NASHVILLE, July 10, 1862.
7o HENRY DENT, Provost Marshal of Louisville:
General Forrest, commanding a brigade, attacked
Murfreesboro, routing our forces, and is now moving
on Nashville. Morgan is reported to be between Scottsville and Gallatin, and will act in concert with Forrest,
it is believed. Inform the General commanding.
STANLEY MATTHEWS,
Provost Marshal.
I am not aware that General Morgan claims to be a
prophet, or the son of a prophet: but Forrest did attack
Murfreesboro, and rout the enemy.
On arriving at Lebanon, July 12, I accompanied the
advance guard into town, and took possession of the
telegraph office immediately. This, as you know, was
at half-past three A. M. I adjusted the instrument and
examined the circuit. No other operator on the line
appeared to be on hand this early. I then examined
all the despatches of the day previous. Among them I
found the following:
LEBANON, July 11, 1862.
General J. T. BOYLE, Louisville, Ky.:
I have positive information that there are four hun.
dred marauders within twenty miles of this place, on
the old Lexington road, approaching'Lebanon. Send
reinforcements immediately.
A. Y. JOHNSON,
Lieutenant Colonel Commanding.




t'lera/aic Strategy.          25
At half-past seven, an operator, signing " Z," cormenced calling "( B," which I had ascertained by the
books in the office was the signal for the Lebanon officeI answered the call, when the following conversation
between < Z " and myself ensued:
To, Lebanon. What news. Any more skirmishing
after ycur last message?                  Z.
To Z. No. We drove what little cavalry there was
away.                                      B.
To B. Has the train arrived yet?        Z.
To Z. No. About how many troops on train? B.
To B. Five hundred Sixtieth Indiana, commanded
by Colonel Owens.                          Z.
My curiosity being excited as to what station Z was,
and to ascertain without creating any suspicion, I
adopted the following plan:
To Z. A gentleman here in the office bets me three
segars you cannot spell the name of your station correctly.                                    B.
To B. Take the bet. L-e-b-a-n-o-n J-u-n-c-t-i-o-n.
Is this nut right?  How did you think I would spell
it?                                        Z.
To Z. He gives it up. He thought you would put
two b's in Lebanon.                        B.
To B. Ha! ha! ha! He is a green one.     Z.
To Z. Yes; that's so.                   B.
To Z. What time did the train with soldiers
pass?                                     Z.
To B. 8.30 last night.                   Z.
To Z. Very singular where the train is.  B.
To B. Yes it is. Let me know when it arrives. Z.
At 8.2r, Lebanon Junction called me up and said:
D




26           TTelegraphic Strategy.
To B. The train has returned. They had a fight
with the rebels at New Hope. The commanding officer
awaits orders here.                        Z.
To Z. Give us the particulars of the fight. Colonel
Johnson is anxious to know all about it.   B.
To B. Here is Moore's message to General Boyle:
LEBANON JUNCTION, July 12, 1862.
To General J. T. BOYLE, Louisville:
At eleven o'clock last night, at New Hope station,
part of my command encountered a force of rebel cavalry posted on the county road, one half-mile south of
the railroad. After a brisk fire of musketry for twenty
minutes, the enemy was routed and fled. Skirmishers
were sent out in different directions, but were unable
to find the enemy. At three this morning, apprehending that an effort might be made to destroy the bridges
in our rear, we moved down to New Haven, and remained until after daylight, when the train went back
to the scene of the skirmish. A Mr. Foreman, of Owen
county, was found mortally wounded. He reported the
rebel force at 550, under command of Captain Jack
Allen, and that they had fallen back toward Greensburg. One horse was killed, and three captured. The
books of the company were found in the field. Blood
was found at different places, showing that the enemy
was severely punished. No casualties on our side.
Here with a train, awaiting orders.
O. F. MOORE, Commanding.
Lebanon Junction being the repeating station for
Louisville business, he forwarded the following telegrams just from Louisville, nine o'clock, A. M.:




Telegraphic Strategy.         27
LOUISVILLE, July 12, 1862.
To Colonel JOHNSON, Lebanon:
Leave good guard and join Colonel Owens. Pursue
the enemy, and drive him out. Be dautious and vigorous. Make no delay.
J. T. BOYLE,
Brigadier General Commanding.
By the following, it will appear that Colonel Owens
must have been en route for Lebanon:
LOU[SVILLE, July 2, 1862.
Colonel OWENS, Lebanon:
You will move after the enemy and pursue him.
J. T. BOYLE,
Brigadier General Commanding.
Up to the time of our leaving Lebanon, which was
about noon, Colonel Owens had not arrived. General
Morgan told me I could close my office; and to allay
for that evening all suspicion at Lebanon Junction at
not being able to communicate with Lebanon, I despatched the operator as follows:
To Z. Have been up all night, and am very sleepy.
If you have no objections, I will take a nap until two
or three o'clock.                          B.
To B. All right. Don't oversleep yourself.  Z.
Wonder if I did!
We arrived at Midway, between Frankfort and Lexington, on the Louisville and Lexington Railroad, about
ten o'clock, A. M. the next day. At this place I surprised
the operator, who was quietly sitting on the platform
at the depot, enjoying himself hugely. Little did he
Suspsect that the much dreaded Morgan was in his




28           'Telegraphic Strategy.
vicinity. I demanded of him to call Lexington and in.
quire the time of day, which he did. This I did for the
purpose of getting his style of handling the " key " in
writing despatches. My first impressions of his style,
from noticing the paper in the instrument, were confirmed. He was, to use a telegraphic term, a " plug"
operator. I adopted his style of writing, and commenced operations. In this office I found a signal book,
which proved to be very useful. It contained the calls
for all the offices. Despatch after despatch was going
to and from Lexington, Georgetown, Paris, and Frankfort, all containing something in reference to Morgan.
On commencing operations at this place, I discovered
that there were two wires on the line along this railroad. One was what we term a " through wire," running direct from Lexington to Frankfort, and not entering any of the way offices. I found that all military
messages were sent over that wire. As it did not enter
(Midway office I ordered it cut, thus forcing Lexington
on to the wire that did run through the office.
1 tested the line, and found that by applying my
ground wire it made no difference with the circuit 
and, as Lexington was head-quarters, I cut Frankfort
off. Midway was called. I answered, and received
the following:
LEXINGTON, July 15, 1862.
To J. W. WOOLUMS, Operator, Midway:
Will there be any danger in coming to Midway: is
everything right?         TAYLOR, Conductor.
I inquired of my prisoner (the operator) if he knew
a man by the name of Taylor. He said that Taylor was
conductor. I immediately gave Taylor the following
eply:




Telegraphic Strategy.          29
MIDWAY, July 15, 1862.
To TAYLOR, Lexington:
All right; come on. No signs of any rebels here.
WOOLUMS.
The operator in Cincinnati then called Frankfort. I
answered, and received about a dozen unimportant
despatches. He had no sooner finished, when Lexington called Frankfort. Again I answered, and received
the following message:
LEXINGTON, July 15, 1862.
To General FINNELL, Frankfort:
I wish you to move the forces at Frankfort on the
line of the Lexington Railroad immediately, and have
the cars follow and take them up as soon as possible.
Further orders will await them at Midway. I will, in
three or four hours, move forward on the Georgetown
pike; will have most of my men mounted. Morgan
left Versailles this morning, at eight o'clock, with 850
men, on the Midway road, moving in the direction of
Georgetown.
Brigadier General WARD.
This being our position and intention exactly, it was
thought proper to throw General Ward on some other
track. So in the course of half-an-hour I manufactured
and sent the following despatch, which 'was approved
by General Morgan:
MIDWAY, July 15, 1862.
To Brigadier General WARD, Lexington:
Morgan, with upwards of one thousand men, came
within a mile of here, and took the old Frankfort road,
bound, as we suppose, for Frankfort. This is reliable.
WOOLUMS, Operator.




30            Telegraphic Strategy,
In about ten minutes Lexington again called Frank.
fort, when I received the following:
LEXINGTON, July 15, 1862,
To General FINNELL, Frankfort:
Morgan, with more than one thousand men, came
within a mile of here, and took the old Frankfort road.
This despatch is received from Midway, and is reliable. The regiment from Frankfort had better be
recalled.                     General WARD.
I receipted for this message, and again manufactured
a message to confirm the information General Ward had
received from Midway, and not knowing the tariff from
Frankfort to Lexington, I could not send a formal message; so, appearing greatly agitated, I waited until the
circuit was occupied, and broke in, telling them to wait
a minute, and commenced calling Lexington. He answered with as much gusto as I called him. I telegraphed as follows:
FRANKFORT to LEXINGTON: Tell General Ward our
pickets are just driven in. Great excitement. Pickets
say the force of enemy must be two thousand.
OPERATOR.
It was now two o'clock, P. M., and General Morgan
wished to be off for Georgetown. I run a secret ground
connection, and opened the circuit on the Lexington
end. This was to leave the impression that the Frankfort operator was skedaddling, or that Morgan's men
had destroyed the telegraph.
We arrived at Georgetown at about the setting of
the sun. I went to the telegraph office, found it locked,
and inquired for the operator, who was pointed out to
me an the street. I hailed him, and demanded admis,




Telegraphic Strategy.          31
sion into his office. He very courteously showed me in.
Discovering that his instruments had been removed, I
asked where they were. He said that he had sent them
to Lexington. I asked him what time he had Lexington last. He said, " Nine o'clock, and since that time
the line has been down." I remarked that it must be
an extraordinary line to be in working condition when
it was down, as I heard him sending messages to Lexington when I was at Midway at one o'clock. This was
a stunner; he had nothing to say. I immediately tested
the line by applying the ends of the wires to my tongue,
and found the line " O. K." I said nothing to him, but
called for a guard of two men to take care of Mr. Smith
until I got ready to leave town. I did not interrupt
the lines till after tea, when I put in my own instruments, and after listening an hour or two to the Yankees talking, I opened the conversation as follows, signing myself Federal Operator:
To LEXINGTON: Keep mum; I am in the office, reading, by the sound of my magnet, in the dark. I crawled
in when no one saw me. Morgan's men are here, camped
on Dr. Gano's place.           GEORGETOWN.
To GEORGETOWN: Keep cool; don't be discovered.
About how many rebels are there?  LEXINGTON.
To LEXINGTON: I don't know; I did not notice. As
Morgan's operator was asking mre about my instruments,
I told him I sent them to Lexington. He said " D-an
the luck," and went out.       GEORGETOWN.
To GzxoazTowN: Be on hand, and keep us posted.
LEXINGTON.




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To LEXINGTON; I will do so. Tell General Ward I'l
stayup all night, if he wishes.  GEORGETOWN.
To GEORGETOWN: Mr. Fuller wishes to know if the
rebels are there.                CINCINNATI.
To CINCINNATI: Yes, Morgan's men are here.
GEORGETOWN.
To GEORGETOWN: How can you be in the office and
not be arrested?                CINCINNATI.
To CINCINNATI: Oh! I am in the dark, and am reading by the sound of the magnet.  GEORGETOWN.
This settled Cincinnati. Question after question was
asked me about the rebels, and I answered to suit
myself.
Things had been going on this way about two hours,
when Lexington asked me where my assistant was. I
replied, " Don't know." He then asked me, " Have you
seen him to-day?" I replied " No." This was the last
telegraphing I could do in Georgetown.
I then called on Mr. Smith, the operator, who was
under guard in my room, and informed him that I would
furnish him with a mule in the morning, and should be
pleased to have him accompany me to Dixie, as I understood he was in the employ of the United States'
government. This was anything but agreeable to him.
I thought I had struck the young man in the right place,
and remarked that had he not sent his instruments to
Lexington, I should have taken them in preference to
his person. His face brightened, and an idea struck
him very forcibly, from which he made a proposition.
It was to furnish me the instruments if I would release
him.




Telegraphic Strategy.          33
This I agreed to, as such instruments were of much
more value to the Confederacy than Yankee telegraphers. I accompanied him to the servant's room, and
there, under the bed, in a chest, we found the instruments. Mr. Smith having given me his word on honor
that he would not leave town for the next twenty-four
hours, he was set at liberty to visit his wife and the
young Smiths.
On arriving at Cynthiana, I found that the operator
had skedaddled. I tested the wires, and found no fluid
from either Covington or Lexington, nor were the wires
in working order when I left the office next day.
At Paris, the operator had made a clean sweep. He
left the night before,, taking all his instruments.
At Crab Orchard there was no office, and I had to
put in my pocket magnet, which I did at eleven, A. M.
The first message I received was the following:
LOUISVILLE, July 21, 1862.
To Colonel WOOLFORD, Danville:
Pursue Morgan. He is at Crab Orchard, going to
Somerset.                             BOYLE.
No sooner had the Danville operator receipted for
this, than the operator at Lebanon suggested the following:
To LEBANON JUNCTION: Would it not be well for Danville and offices below here to put on their ground wires
when they send or receive important messages, as
George Ellsworth, the rebel operator, may be on the
line between here and Cumberland Gap?
LEBANON.
The operator at the Junction agreed with him, and
said it would be a good idea, but it was not carried
into effect.




34            Telegraphic Strategy.
We arrived at Somerset that evening. I took charge
of the office. I ascertained from citizens that it had
been closed three weeks, up to the very hour that our
advance guard arrived in town. It was just opened
by the operator from London, who came to work the
instrument for the purpose of catching Morgan; but,
unfortunately for Uncle Sam, the operator, and all concerned, he had no time to either send or receive a message, but he had it in fine working condition for me.
I had been in the office for some time, when Stanford
called Somerset, and said:
I have just returned from Crab Orchard, where I lhave
been to fix the line. The rebels tore it down. I left
there at eight o'clock. The Ninth Pennsylvania cavalry
had not then arrived. What time did you get in from
London?                          STANFORD.
To STANFORD: Just arrived, and got my office working finely.                        SOMERSET.
To SOMERSET: Any signs of Morgan yet? He left
Crab Orchard at 11.30 to-day.     STANFORD.
To STANFORD: No signs of him as yet.
SOMERSET.
To SOMERSET: For fear they may take you by surprise, I would suggest we have a private signal. What
say you?                         STANFORD.
To STANFORD: Good. Before signing, we will make
the figure 7.                      SOMERSET.
This was mutually agreed upon. I asked when Woolford had telegraphed Boyle that his force was green
and insufficient to attack Morgan.
Seeing there was no use of my losing a night's rest,




Telegraphic Strategy.         35
I told Stanford I would retire; that I had made arrangements with the pickets to wake me up in case Morgan
came in. The operator at Lebanon Junction urged me
to sit up, but I declined, on the ground of being unwell.
This did not satisfy him, but, after arguing with him
for some time, I retired.
JULY 22.-Opened the office at seven o'clock, A. M.;
informed the Stanford operator that Morgan had not yet
arrived; made inquiries about different things; and,
after everything in the town belonging to the United
States was destroyed, the General gave me a few messages to send-one to Prentice, one to General Boyle,
and one to Dunlap. They are hereto annexed.
I then telegraphed home, informing my relatives of
my whereabouts, what I was doing, &c. I then transmitted the General's despatches as follows 
SOMERSET, July 22, 1862
GEORGE D. PRENTICE, Louisville:
Good morning, George D. I am quietly watching the
complete destruction of all of Uncle Sam's property in
this little burg. I regret exceedingly that this is the
last that comes under my supervision on this route. I
expect in a short time to pay you a visit, and wish to
know if you will be at home. All well in Dixie.
JOHN H. MORGAN, Commanding brigade.
General J. T. BOYLE, Louisville:
Good morning, Jerry. This telegraph is a great inetitution. You should destroy it, as it keeps you too
well posted. My friend Ellsworth has all of your deew




36            Telegraphic Strategy.
patches since the 10th of July, on file. Do you wish
copies?
JOHN H. MORGAN, Commanding brigade.
Hon. GEORGE W. DUNLAP, Washington City:
Just completed my tour through Kentucky-captured
seventeen cities, destroyed millions of dollars worth of
United States property; passed through your county,
but regret not seeing you. We paroled fifteen hundred rebel prisoners. Your old friend,
JOHN H. MORGAN, Commanding brigade.
[The foregoing despatches were well calculated to
dumbfound these Yankee dignitaries, who no doubt
were half inclined to pronounce them some spiritual
freak; but for concentrated audacity the following is
unequalled:]
GENERAL ORDER-NO. 1.
HEADQUARTERS, TELEGRAPH DEPARTMENT OF 
KENTUCKY, CONFEDERATE STATES OF AMER- 
ICA, GEORGETOWN, Ky., July 16, 1862.
When an operator is positively informed that the
enemy is marching on his station, he will immediately
proceed to destroy the telegraph instruments and all
material in his charge. Such instances of carelessness
as were exhibited on the part of the operators at Leba.
non, Midway, and Georgetown, will be severely dealt
with. By order of
G. A. ELLSWORTH,
General Military Sup't. C. S. Telegraph Department.




$7


Hurst, the Tennessee Scout.
The Memphis correspondent of the St. Louis (Mo.)
Democrat writes:
" The persecutions that Union men have suffered between here and the Tennessee river, will never be fully
known; all that comes to light only serves to show
what darker tales may still be unrevealed.  General
Wallace mentioned the name of Hurst,' a citizen of
Purdy, and who has of late become famous as a scout
attached to our army, and the story of whose adventures and hair-breadth escapes would, if not well authenticated, sound like romance.
"Suspected of being a Union man, he was twice arrested and examined by the vigilance committe of
Purdy, where he lived. and both times was released
because nothing could be proved against him. Last
fall he was arrested a third time, charged with being
a sympathizer with the Federal Government, a traitor
and a spy, synonymous terms with the rebels. He was
taken to Nashville; was tried before a military tribunal, and condemned to be hung. He was led to the
place of execution; the rope was placed around his
neck, and he was about to be hoisted to strangle to
death, when some persons who had formerly been his
warm personal friends, and who now began to think
that murder would not be too strong a name for the
deed they were countenancing, interfered in his behalf,
and he was released under heavy bonds to report himself every few days and prove his recent whereabouts.
" In one of these intervals he went to West Tennessee, and on his way back to make his periodical report
2




38          Hurst, the Tennessee Scout.
of himself, stopped at home. As soon as he entered
his house he was told to fy for his life, as a new accusation of being a traitor and a spy, had been made
against him by a malicious, old rebel neighbor.
" He had barely time to make an appointment with
a bound boy, who loved him more than he did his own
father, to bring a favorite horse-that somehow escaped the thieving confiscations of the rebels-to the
entrance of a certain alley in the town. Scarcely had
he made the arrangement, when a file of Confederate
soldiers was seen coming towards the house. He slipped out at the back door, passed through a neighboring
garden, and in a minute more was walking composedly
down the principal street of the town.  His bold and
composed appearance created a stir among the citizens. Men whispered together, and winked and wagged their heads significantly, and now and then would
dart off to give information to the rebel guard, whc
were searching for him. He knew his time was short,
that in a few minutes they would close in upon him
from all sides, and his chance of life would not be
worth a straw. He quickened his pace a little, and
suddenly entered an apothecary's shop; dozens of men
were watching him. 'Now he is trapped,' they said;
' he'll be nabbed as he comes out.' Hurst walked quickly through into the back room, and called the proprietor in after him. The apothecary entered smilingly,
thinking, doubtless, of how soon he should see his guest
dancing upon nothing in the air. The moment he had
entered, Hurst grasped him suddenly by the throat,
and placing a pistol to his ear, told him that if he at



39          Burst, the Tennessee Scout.
tempted to raise the slightest alarm, and did not de
exactly as he told him, he would fire.
"By this time a crowd had collected in front of the
shop, and as they could not see what was passing in
the back room, they waited until the guard should
come up to arrest him. Hurst now opened the back
door, and looking up the alley, he saw the faithful boy
with the horse standing partly concealed in the entrance of the alley.  He beckoned to the boy, who
soon brought the horse to him. He then turned to the
trembling fellow and said, ' Now, sir, in the spot where
you stand, the rifles of four of my faithful friends are
covering you; they are hid in places that you least
suspect; and if you move within the next ten minutes,
they will fire; but if you remain perfectly quiet, they
will not harm you.' The apothecary had become so
completely 'frickened,' as the Irish would say, by the
touch of cold steel at his ears, that he did not recognize at once the improbability of his story.  In an in.
stant more Hurst had put spurs to his horse, and
dashed out of the alley, leaving the terrified apothecary gaping after him, and the faithful boy crying at
his master's danger; and in another instant the rebel
soldiers and the crowd entered the store, rushed madly
through the back room and out at the back door, just
in time to see Hurst dashing out of the alley at full
speed.
" In a Southern town there are always a number of
saddled horses tethered about the streets. Soldiers
and citizens made a rush for these, and presently a
dozen riders were thundering pell-mell down the street,




40


Hurst, the Tennessee Scout.


in the man hunt.  But, thanks to the speed of hia
horse, Hurst soon distanced them all.
"There were those in the edge of the town who
might have stopped him by throwing rails or other obstructions in the way of his horse as he passed; but
perhaps they felt that natural sympathy which all feel
for a brave man when he is in danger; or if not, perhaps they did not altogether fancy the determined look
of his countenance, nor the appearance of the cocked
revolver in his hand. He escaped into the woods, made
his way to our army near Nashville, and entered with
the army into the city, as he said, to defend his bondsmen from any damage they might suffer by his nonappearance, and report himself as he had agreed.
" Since that time Hurst has been attached to the army as a scout; and in the country where he was so
eruelly persecuted, his name became a watchword of
alarm to the rebels.
"When our army entered Purdy, the place of his
residence and the scene of his Putnam-like escape, he
took a comical revenge on the neighbor who had made
the last charge against him of being a spy, and which
came so near finishing his mortal career:
"As soon as our forces were camped in the town,
Hurst went to the Commandant, and asked to have two
soldiers sent with him to make an important arrest.
The men were detailed, and Hurst proceeded with them
to his secession neighbor's house, arrested him and
commanded him to follow. He then proceeded to the
county jail, and demanded of the jailor his bunch of
keys. In the centre of this jail was a curious iron
cage, constructed so that the occupant could not stand




The Rebdes and the Telegraph.


41


nor even sit comfortably; he must lie down. Hurst
unlocked the door and invited his Secesh friend to en-'
ter. Reb began to beg. * Why, Hurst, you don't mean
to put me in there?' 'Don't I, though? Here, you soldier, give me your bayonet!' Old Reb was persuaded,
and crawled in.  Hurst locked the cage door, put
the key in his pocket, told the two soldiers they might
return to their quarters, and walked off. He did not
make his appearance again until the next day, when,
'very unfortunately,' he had lost the key, and it took
our troops over half a day to cut the old sinner out of
his uncomfortable quarters."
THE REBELS AND THE TELEGRAPH.-The rebels have
used our telegraph wire in Virginia with even more
success than they did in Kentucky, and with quite as
much impudence. The moment Fitz Hugh Lee captured
Manassas, he telegraphed in the name of Gen. Pope's
Chief of Staff to the proper officer in Washington,
requesting him to send to the Junction a large supply
of shelter tents and harness for artillery horses. The
order was promptly filled, and the rebels were soon
gladdened by the appearance of a train loaded with
what they wanted. Jackson, on his arrival, sent a
message to the Superintendent of Military Railroads,
coolly asking him to change the time-table on the road
for his accommodation. We shall probably soon find
these and other equally gratifying correspondence published in the form of a telegraphic operator's diary in
the Southern newspapers.
E*




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Preserving the Constitution.
Among the incidents attending the operations of the
celebrated Mackerelville Brigade, at or near the Seat of
War, is the following, recounted by the historiographer
extraordinary of the corps, Mr. Kerr. It seems that
just at the moment when the Conic Section was proceeding to make a "masterly movement,"
"An aged chap came dashing down from a First
Family country seat near by, and says he to the General of the Mackerel Brigade 
"' I demand a guard for my premises immediately.
My wife," says he, with dignity, " has just been making
a custard-pie for the sick Confederacies in the hospital,
and as she has just set it out to cool near where my little boy shot one of your Vandals this morning, she is
afraid it might be taken by your thieving mudsills
when they come after the body. I therefore demand
a guard for my premises in the name of the Constitution of our forefathers.'
" Here Capt. Bob Shorty stepped forward, and says
he:
" 'What does the Constitution say about custard-pie,
Mr. Davis?'
( The aged chap spat at him, and says he:
( (I claim protection under that clause which refer.
to the pursuit of happiness. Custard pies,' says he,
reasoningly, 'are included in the pursuit of happiness.'
"( That's very true,' says the General, looking kindly
ever his fan at the venerable petitioner. ' Let a guard
be detailed to protect this good old man's premises.
We are fighting for the Constitution, not against it.'




A Daring Adventu.e.          43
" A guard was detailed, my boy, with orders to make
no resistance if they were fired upon occasionally from
the windows of the house; and then Capt.,Brown pushed
forward with what was left of Company 3, to engage
the Confederacy on the edge of Duck Lake supported
by the Orange County Howitzers."
Daring Adventure by Union Soldiers.
Major Wynkoop, of the 7th Pennsylvania Cavalry,
was sent from Nashville, with fourteen men, to make
a reconnoissance about Murfreesboro. Upon arriving
there he found the town occupied by rebels, and not
being able to obtain the information desired, determined
to enter the town. As he entered he was hailed with
joy by the inhabitants and soldiers, thinking it was
their own scouts. They passed through the town. As
they passed by the square it was full of rebel soldiers.
The Major obtained all the information needed; but as
he was coming out of the town a rebel rode up and,
looking him in the face, exclaimed, "Union men, by
God!" But the Major boldly charged through the rebel
hosts, now gathered in his front, and brought off all his
men in safety. After crossing the bridge, three miles
south of Murfreesboro, his gallant men tore up the
planks, and thus detained the pursuing rebel cavalry
several hours. During the interim the Major rested his
men aLd horses, and by the time the rebels were able
to effect a crossing, he was ready to go on. His camp
was reached without the loss of a man.




44


Burnside and the Fisherman.
Gen. Burnside was recently sailing outside of Fort
Macon in a yacht, when he encountered an old fisherman.
"What news?" inquired the General.
( Well," answered the old fisherman, "they do say
old Burnside is down here, sword in hand, givin'
'em "
"Do you know Burnside?" he asked.
"No," was the response; "but I should like to see
him. I should know him if I were to see him, for I've
seen his picture."
The General removed his hat, displaying his bald
head,
"Halloo!" exclaimed the fisherman, "you are the
old fellow himself, ain't you? You look just like the
picture Sam Thompson brought down from Hatteraa.
How are you, General? I'm glad to see you."
DRUBBING A PRISONER.-A correspondent of a Philadelphia journal gives the following incident of the field
in the late skirmish before the rebel capitol. An Irish
lad brought in a prisoner. The said prisoner became
very insolent. Pat threw down his musket and bantered the chivalric Virginian to a fist fight. Both
pitched in, and it was not long ere the Virginian got a
severe drubbing. The Irishman threw him around like
an old pillow. This was witnessed by all the troops on
the outposts.




45


The Burning of Cotton.
The cotton burning around Memphis, furnishes some
instances of brutal cruelty that "harrow up the soul."
One poor farmer, a little way from town, was favored
by Providence with five bales. These, with a rifle that
cost him $25, about comprised his worldly possessions.
Upon these his family were entirely dependent. The
regimental cotton-burners came.  They spoke in the
name of the Conthieveracy. The poor man implored
that his five bales might be saved. They were all the
property he had in the world. This was impossible.
He begged that one bale might be left to him. The
cotton-burners were inexorable.  They applied the
torch. The poor man's five bales were consumed. The
cotton-burners turned rifle-searchers.  The poor man
said, "It cost me $25. Give me five for it; I havn't a
dollar in the world." The cotton-burners were deaf to
every entreaty of the poor man. They destroyed his
cotton, and carried away his rifle. He is in that city
now, begging for food and clothing.
A Louisiana planter, under similar circumstances,
produced a very dissimilar result. The cotton-burners
came, they saw, they-departed.
"We have come to burn your cotton, sir."
By what authority?"
"By the authority of Gen. Beauregard."
"You will not burn my cotton."
"We will burn your cotton."
"Go about it, then. But it is ray opinion, gentlemen,
that you will not burn it."




46           The Burning of Cotton.
"What do you propose to do?  You don't mean to
say that you will show any opposition to our authority?"
" I simply mean to say that you will not burn my
cotton. Bob, bring a coal of fire."
The fire is brought.
" Gentlemen, there is the fire, and yonder are one
hundred bales of cotton. Proceed."
" Your conduct is very extraordinary, sir.  We
should like to know what you mean."
" Well, sir, I mean that if you attempt to burn that
cotton, I will scatter your brains so far and wide that
no power in heaven or earth can bring them together
again. Here, boys, that cotton is yours; defend it, or
starve."
"' D-d strange conduct," mutters Mr. officer, sullenly. "We'll attend to your case, sir. We are going
down the river; we will give you a visit on our
return."
" Do. Whenever you make up your mind to burn
my cotton, by all means come and burn."
The cowed officer and his posse " fell back in good
order." The valiant Louisianian saved his cotton. He
has had no second visit from Beauregard's cottonburners. I have yet to hear of an instance of voluntary submission to this cruel cotton order of Beauregard. In thousands of cases, remonstrance, threats of
men, and tears of women and children, were of no
avail.-Cor. N. Y. World.




47


Another Female Secesh.
The receipt of the news of the battles before Richmond occasioned a tumultuous flutter among the rebels.
Ex-Senator Nicholson took a prominent part, and Gen.
Negley ordered his arrest.
" ORDER OF ARREST.
"Head Quarters U. S. Forces, i
Columbia, July 28.
*' Capt. Brinker, Provost-Marshal:
Sir-Place in close confinement, on soldier's fare,
Hon. A. O. P. Nicholson, an avowed traitor to his country, and for using the following language: ' that he
had been a sympathiser with the South, and was still
a sympathizer with the rebellion; that he had made up
his mind to take the consequences before he would
take the oath.'
" JAS. S. NEGLEY, Brigadier-General
A large number of gentlemen called upon General
Negley, many of them, I regret to say, being loyal
men, and importuned for his release.  But the General
informed them all that he would transgress his duty
should he release so vile a traitor; and that, as he had
deliberately announced that he was prepared to take
all the responsibility before he would take the oath, he
must extricate himself honorably, and secure liberty in
no other way
In the afternoon of his arrest, the traitor's wife called
upon Gen. Negley, and asked permission to take her
husband a pillow and some food.
The General informed her that he would permit no
such thing; that her husband was prepared for the
consequences, and must suffer them.




48             A Female Secesh.
"But " said the lady, " where is he confined?"
"In the guard-house, madam, with a soldier who has
been imprisoned for stealing," was the General's answer.
This enraged the lady, and she vehemtly inquired of
the officer if he meant to compare the crime of her
husband to the petty transgressions of a low blackguard of a soldier?
"Madam," replied the General, "you ask me a
direct question, and I am not in the least inclined to
evade an answer; but you must not consider me
indelicate when I inform you that your husband richly
deserves hanging; and that, in my estimation, there is
no crime so enormous as treason to the United States
Government."
Mrs. Nicholson immediately bestowed upon General
Negley the vilest of abuse, and exhausted the vocabulary of opprobrious epithets in her rage, telling him
that her husband " was willing to take the oath with
her consent, but that he should rot in jail first."
REBEL PRACTICES.-The correspondent of the World,
now with General Milroy's division in the Shenandoah
Valley, says that the rebel guerillas lately.took two
Union soldiers prisoners, and having tied them each to
a tree, as they thought securely, left them in the woods
to starve to death. One of them, however, managing
to disengage himself, untied the other, and thus saved
their lives. Gen. Pope has issued a bull, in which he
thleatens to shoot every guerilla he captures.




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Probable Tragic Close of an Eventful Career.
Cleggett Fitzhugh was one of the renegade Union
mAen who were captured in the cavalry dash on Longstreet's train near Harper's Ferry.
He has been engaged in business for an extensive
ironmonger near the Maryland line. He acquired notoriety as the man who (in company with Daniel Logan,
a celebrated negro catcher) arrested Cook, the confrere
of John Brown. Cook had escaped, and taking the
mountainous ranges, had kept them until he had got
within the lines of Maryland, Fitzhugh met him when
Cook, exhausted for want of food, ventured down from
the mountains to seek it. Meeting Fitzhugh, he gave
him the masonic sign, which the latter returned.
Cook at once entered into conversation, and told him
who he was, and his condition, asking for relief. Fitzhugh told him to come with him. Logan, at a given
sign from Fitzhugh, seized Cook from behind, and being
a powerful man, he held Cook fast. The latter resisted
desperately, and would have eluded even Logan's
grasp, had not Fitzhugh interfered with them. The
force of the two athletic men was too great for Cook,
and he was taken to jail, in Pennsylvania, remanded by
Gov. Packer to Virginia, and hung.
Logan is said to have often told as a good joke,
among his companions, in boon moments, that Cook
had said to him and Fitzhugh that he knew he would
die, but that they would end their days upon the scaffold. This seems likely to become true. Fitzhugh is
incarcerated, and is not a prisoner of war. Logan is
now under arrest, and, if justice be done, will be
E




50


Gen. McCall's First Escape.


retained and tried, if not for treason, most probably for
high crimes and misdemeanors. Cook may have prophesied truly.
Gen. McCall's First Escape.
Gen. McCall had a narrow escape of capture on the
evening of the 27th June, after the battle of Gaines's
Hill. After the battle was over, Gen. McCall decided
to seek the house which had been Gen. Porter's headquarters in the early part of the day; and, attended
by an officer of his staff, Major Lewis, of the Pennsylvania Artillery, started out in pursuit of it. They
mistook the road in the darkness; and after riding
nearly a, mile, they came to a house which proved to
be a hospital. They were met at the door by a young
assistant-surgeon, who informed them he had sixty
wounded soldiers there, that he belonged to the regular 'U. S. Army, and that the rebel pickets were on
three sides of him.  He said that as it was neutral
ground, they had not attempted to molest him, but
seriously advised the General and Major to get back
to their lines as soon as might be. This advice they
proceeded to avail themselves of, and turned the corner of the hospital to return, but they had not gone
ten yards, before they were greeted with the short,
sharp, "halt" of the sentry.  An orderly who had
attended them advanced at the command " advance,
friend, and give the countersign," and responded.
" escort with the General."," What is your name r'




Gen. McCall's First Escape.


51


cried the guard.  "Give him my name," said the
General.  " General McCall," answered the orderly.
" General what?" said the sentry. " Gen. McCall,"
said the orderly; and the picket, not seeming to recognize or understand the name, the General rode forward
and repeated, " General McCall." " Of what army?"
asked the sentinel. "The army of the Potomac," replied the General. " Yes, yes," said the guard; " but
on what side?"  " The command of Major-General
McClellan," said the General.  " The h —11 you do,"
yelled the sentry, and he raised his piece, two others
doing the same, who had remained quiet. The Major,
who it seems had previously " smelled a rat," having
detected the Southern accent in the queries, had taken
the precaution to quietly wheel his horse, and as they
fired, sank his spurs into his horse and plunged forward, taking the General's horse by the rein. They
dashed off, and although fired at more than twenty
times by the now aroused enemy, succeeded in getting
back safely to camp, having suffered no injury except
to their horses, all of which were hit, and one killed.
WHAT THEY ALL NEED.-An officer of an Indiana regiment in passing through one of the streets of Norfolk,
met a pretty little girl of eight years and gently patted
her on the head, when the mother, who observed it
from a window, rushed to the door and bawled out at
the top of her voice, " Come right straight in the house,
Susannah, and I will wash your head!"




A New York Heroine.
A correspondent of the Philadelphia Press, writing
from Tunstall's Station, says:
"As we passed the house of Dr. Webb, about two
miles back on our march, there appeared, by the roadside, a female dressed in soldier clothes, who, with
tears running down her cheeks, piteously begged for
permission to go on the baggage train and go with the
troops. She was a most melancholy sight; and, on
inquiry I learned her simple story.
"She came from Chenango county, New York, and
her husband was an armorer in the 61st New York
regiment. Ever since his enlistment she had gone
with him, acting as nurse for the sick soldiers. At
Alexandria she became separated from the regiment,
and lost all her baggage. Without money, friends, or
advice, she knew not what to do, but finally concluded
to unsex herself, and did so. She joined a Pennsylvania dragoon corps, but was soon discovered, An officer promised to take charge of her. He cared for her
a few days, and, when he thought his time had arrived,
made infamous proposals to her, which she resisted.
This angered him, and he turned her out in a strange
land, among an unfriendly people and a dangerous and,
in many cases, a brutal army. At the doctor's house
they roughly told her she must move on, and she had
come to the roadside to beg permission to go and find
her husband, no matter in what capacity, so that it be
an honorable one.
" I am rejoiced to state that she at last found shelter.
The kind hearts of the teamsters of Gen. Slocum's bri.




Not unless they lay down their Arms,  53
gade were soon touched; she was mounted on a wagon
and went on her way happy.
"The woman's sex could easily have been discovered.
Voice, looks, actions and shape were all tell-tales, yet
she had successfully passed guards and broke through
orders, until the brutality of a man who should be
instantly cashiered, turned her out by the roadside,
homeless and friendless. After this, let no one think
that American women have degenerated in these days
of misfortune and trouble."
"Not unless they Lay Down their Arms."
A correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial, writing from one of the camps near Corinth, relates the following anecdote:
" An Indiana Chaplain selected, for singing, the hymn
commencing,
'Show pity, Lord; 0, Lord forgive,
Let a repentant rebel live,'
He had scarcely uttered the last word of this line, when
a private soldier in his congregation-an old man and
a zealous christian-earnestly cried out:
" No, Lord, unless they lay down their arms."
While the clergyman was offering the concluding
prayer, a rifle shot was heard as if from our pickets, a
mile beyond. The report of the gun was immediately
followed by an exclamation from the same venerable
Hoosier" Lord, if that's a Union shot, send the bullet
straight; an' if it ain't, hit a tree with it, Lord!"
E*




An F. F. V. Outwitted by a Chicago Fire Zouave.
An industrious and shrewd typo from the Queen
City of the Lakes, under Col. Ellsworth, was out on
picket duty in the Old Dominion, when a haughty son
of the chivalry rode up, driven of course by his servant. Zoo-zoo stepped into the road, holding his bayonet in such a way as to threaten horse, negro and white
man at one charge, and roared out " Tickets." Mr. V.
turned up his lip, set down his brows, and by other
gestures indicated his contempt for such mudsills as
the soldier before him, ending by handing his pass
over to the darkey, and motioning him to get out and
show it to Zoo-zoo.
"All right," said the latter, glancing at it, " move
on"-accompanying the remark with a jerk at the
coat-collar of the colored person, which sent him spinning several paces down the road. " Now, sir, what
do you want?" addressing the astonished white man.
White man had by this time recovered his tongue.
"What? I want to go on, of course. That was my
pass."
Can't help it," replied Zoo; "it says pass the
bearer, and the bearer of it has already passed. You
can't get two men through this picket on one man's
pass."
Mr. V. reflected a moment, glanced at the bayonet
in front of him, and then called out to his black man to
come back.  Sambo approached cautiously, but fell
back in confusion when the " shooting-stick was brandished toward his own breast.
" Where's your pass, sirrah?"




55          Take Your Choice, Madam.
"Here, massa," presenting the same one he had
received from the gent in the carriage.
" Won't do," replied the holder of the bayonet.
"That passes you to Fairfax. Can't let any one come
from Fairfax on that ticket. Move on." A stamp of
the foot sent Sambo down the road at a hard gallop.
" Now, sir, if you stay here any longer, I shall take
you under arrest to headquarters," he continued.
Mr. V. caught up his reins, wheeled around, and went
off at the best trot his horse could manage, over the
I' sacred soil." Whether Sambo ever hunted his master up, is not known.
Take your Choice, Madam.
At Nashville the ladies have been peculiarly spiteful
and bitter against the hated rival which waves victo.
rious over the stars and bars. It sometimes happens,
however, that they are compelled to render a formal
obedience at least, to the spangled folds.
Over the large gate at the Provost Marshal's splendid headquarters-Elliot's Female School-waves a
Union flag. A very ardent secesh lady, who wished to
see Col. Matthews, was about to pass through the gate,
when looking up she beheld the proud flag flapping
like an eagle's wing over his eyrie. Starting back
horror struck, she held up her hands and exclaimed te
the guard:
" Dear me! I can't go under that dreadful Lincoln
flag. Is there no other way for me to enter?"
" Yes, madam," promptly replied the orderly; and
trning to his comrade, he said:




56


An Escape.


"Here, orderly, bring out that rebel flag and lay it
on the ground at the little gate, and let this lady walk
over it!"
The lady looked bewildered, and after hesitating a
moment, concluded to bow her head to the invincible
Goddess of Liberty, whose immaculate shrine is the
" Star Spangled Banner." The rebels may all just as
well conclude to follow her example..  - - - w  4
An Escape.
At the West Point battle, Lieut. Montgomery, of
Gen. Newton's staff, a dashing officer, had a remarkably
narrow escape. He rode into the very midst of the
enemy, when some of them cried out,
"Where is Col. Hampton?"
"About ten rods off," was the answer of Montgomery, as he put spurs to his horse and dashed away. A
volley of musketry followed him, piercing his horse in
a dozen places, and killing him. The officer fell unhurt,
but feigned death. The rebels rushed forward, turned
him over, making remarks which excited his risibilities,
when he burst out laughing. They jerked him up with
curses, and were moving away with him when a shell
from Hexamer's 1st New Jersey Artillery burst among
them. This was followed by another in such close
proximity that they dropped their prisoner, who exclaimed,
" Go in, boys-I'll follow."
They ran in one direction, and he in another, making
good his escape.




A Maryland Unionist,
The rebel officers treated the citizens of Frederick
with a great deal of courtesy, but generally forced upon
them their worthless Confederate notes and scrip, in
exchange for provisions, or anything else they desired.
The merchants and others who had articles to sell, upon
the rebel forces entering the town, closed their places
of business and refused to sell. Stuart threatened to
use force unless the stores were opened, and then. the'
merchants concealed the bulk of their stocks, and opened their doors. One of the largest harness-makers in
town saved his stock by placing small lots at the houses
of his friends, leaving in his store a small quantity of
the most undesirable articles. At one store, Colonel
Gordon, (of the Charleston Mercury, and formerly of
New Bedford, Mass.,) called at a store, and insisted
upon paying for goods he wanted in Confederate notes.
The merchant happened to be a man who did not hesitate to utter his Union sentiments freely, and he told
the gallant rebel that the Confederate notes were not
worth the paper they were printed on. The Colonel, in
reply to this, asked, " And pray what may be your political sentiments?"
Merchant: I am a Union man, sir, and always intend
to remain one.
Colonel: Indeed! are there many people like you
here?
Merchant: Yes, sir. We have voted on Secession,
and this district gave three thousand majority for the
Union.
Colonel: Yes, at the point of the bayonet,




58


Joking on the Battle Field.


Merchant: No, sir; there were neither bayonets nor
muskets to intimidate us. Every man was free to vote
as he pleased.
Colonel: Then we have been most damnably deceived.
The merchant then wanted to know why the rebels
wanted to disturb the peace of the State, by coming
here, to which the Colonel again replied that they had
been deceived-that they had received thousands of
letters from Maryland, stating that the people were
oppressed by the Lincoln government, but that they
(the rebel troops) had been treated since their arrival
here d-d coolly, and " I feel like h-11."
The above is from a highly respectable citizen of
Frederick, and can be relied upon as true.
Joking on the Battle Field.
A correspondent of the New York Tribune, in describing the first day of the battle of Fair Oaks, thus refers to the unsuccessful attempt of the 55th New York
to go into fire:
"Their movement in response to the order ' Forward!' was not impulsive from front to rear. It hitched
in sections, like the drawing out of the joints of a fieldglass. Omen of evil! In 30 minutes red-capped and
red-trousered men, mostly without their muskets, were
under the fire of the scorn and the jeering of the New
York 62d-a fire more galling and insupportable, as it
seemed to me, than any that ever spouted from muskets. ' Mounsheer, the muss is the other way!' ' Hello,
lobsters! we are Union men-we ain't rebels. What




California Joe at his Work.       59
are you running at us for?' 'The 62d is good ihelter;
fall in behind!' Not a wrathful reply was made. The
bursting of the rebel shells overhead, the screaming of
their solid long shot, and the cutting of the tree tops,
made the place and the time totally unsuited for repartee or discussion. The 62d opened its laughing ranks,
and the gory-colored, but unbloody, passed through and
passed on."
California Joe at his Work.
In this long range business, California Joe is about
as usual, and adding to his laurels, still using his own
pet rifle. Speaking of California Joe, I must here be
pardoned a digression in stating a fact about him that
has never yet found its way into type. Bachelor that
he is, and of rough exterior, he has a heart as big as
an ox, " rudely stamped, and wanting love's majesty."
Shortly after joining the regiment he drew up his will,
giving, in case of his death in battle, $60,000, on deposit in the Merchants' Bank, Philadelphia, to the
widows and orphans of those of the regiment killed
during the war. I was told this fact by an officer of
the regiment who witnessed the will. And here is an
incident of which he is the hero.
Our General was near one of the bridges, giving
directions about the work. A rebel sharpshooter had
been amusing himself, and annoying tle General and
other officers, by firing several times in that direction,
and sending the bullets whistling in unwelcome proinity to their heads.




60         California Joe af his Work.
"My man, can't you get your piece on that fellow
who is firing on us, and stop his impertinence?" asked
the General.
" I think so," replied Joe, and he brought his telescopic rifle to a horizontal position.
"Do you see him?" inquired the General.
"I do."
" How far is he away?"
"Fifteen hundred yards.
"Can you fetch him?"
"I'll try."
And Joe did try. He brought his piece to a steady
aim, pulled the trigger, and sent the bullet whizzing on
its experimental tour, the officers meantime looking
through their field glasses. Joe hit the fellow in the
leg or foot. He went hobbling up the hill on one leg
and two hands, in a style of locomotion that was amusing. Our General was so tickled-there is no better
word-at the style and celerity of the fellow's retreat,
that it was some time before he could get command of
his risibles sufficiently to thank Joe for what he had
done.
THE WRONG WAY.-A member of the regimental staff
of the 8th Alabama regiment, lying at Richmond, lost
himself one morning in the woods. Coming upon the
Union pickets, he was brought to a stand, and mistaking the character of the men, inquired for his regiment.
The picket directed him to the Colonel's tent for information. He went there, and was told to consider himself a prisoner. He merely replied, "A d-d funny
mistake of our picket to send me the wrong way."




61


Carson, the Scout.
Among the killed at Pittsburg Landing was " Young
barson the Scout," a man of wonderful daring and
energy, reckless of danger, but prudent, acute, active,
and intelligent, rivalling in all these qualities his namesake of the Plains and Rocky Mountains. His name in
full was Irving W. Carson. He was born in Scotland,
although in physique he was a true type of the men of
the North-west. He emigrated from his native country, then a mere youth, to Chicago, Illinois, in the year
1853, and obtained employment in the Illinois Central
Machine-shops. Subsequently he left the building and
repairing of engines to run them, and for a long time
faithfully fulfilled the duties of an engineer upon the
above road. Naturally roving in his disposition, and
undecided as to his calling, about two years since he
changed avocations abruptly and singularly, and entered a law office in Chicago as a lawyer's clerk. He was
a faithful student, rose rapidly in his profession, and
about the time the war broke out, was admitted to the
bar. Nature, however, had not destined him for the
forum, and it is a matter of doubt whether he would
have succeeded in the practice of his profession. At
the first call for volunteers, young Carson abandoned
his calling, and enlisted as a private in Barker's Dragoons, in which company he received his first lessons
in the school of war. Subsequently he was attached to
General Prentiss' staff, as a scout, at Cairo, then went
into the same service under General Grant, whose confidence he enjoyed thoroughly. General Grant entrusted to him the most delicate and dangerous misions,
G




62             Carson, the Scout.
all of which he fulfilled to the very letter of his instructions. At the time of his death, he had just returned to
General Grant with the intelligence that General Buell's
reinforcements were coming up, delivered his message,
stepped back, and that instant a cannon ball took off
his head.
Carson was about six feet two inches in height, very
slight, but well knit, sinewy, alert, and handsomely
formed. His face was thin, and bronzed by exposure
to all kinds of weather; his cheek-bones high and prominent, his eyes large, black and piercing, and his
hair, which he always wore very long, as black as a
raven's. He combined in his personal appearance the
peculiarities of an Indian with a native Southerner, a
fact which was of great advantage to him in his scouting expeditions among the rebels. He was very taci.
turn and non-communicative, even among his friends;
made little conversation, and appeared and disappeared
like a flash. Vidocq himself could not have been more
mysterious. We have known him to retire early in the
evening, and would find him in bed early in the morning, and yet during the night he had ridden many miles.
He was seldom absent aly length of time, as his expeditions required the utmost despatch. We have known
him to come into the room, hastily seize his saddle,
spurs, and pistol, mount his horse-and he was a splendid horseman-dash off in a direction no one ever
thought of taking, and only a few hours after would be
strolling about the St. Charles like some awkward rustic
just in from the Egyptian swamps.
His trip to Columbus, Kentucky, was an instance of
the manner in which he accomplished his duties. [e




Carson, the Scout.


63


rose early that morning, arrayed himself in a rough
homespun suit of blue-a style of clothing which alter.
nates with the " butternut " among the rebels-rowed
across the Ohio to the Kentucky shore, tied up his skiff,
and struck off through the woods and swamps until he
reached a corn-crib, near which a wagon and pair of
mules were standing. Carson rapidly loaded the wagon
with corn from the crib, jumped aboard, and drove off
at a rapid pace for Columbus. He reached the town
about ten o'clock in the forenoon, having passed the
enemy's pickets without trouble, and came rattling
down the bluff behind the town at a merry pace. The
rebel General Polk confiscated the wagon, corn, and
one of the mules, magnanimously allowing him the
other to return with. Before leaving, however, he obtained permission to go through the fortifications, the
rebels little dreaming of the real character of the awkward Kentucky farmer they were admitting into their
works. IHe spent two or three hours upon the bluff,
ascertained the number of guns, their calibre and range,
a rough estimate of the forces, and made a diagram of
the spot while in the water battery. He ate dinner in
one of the log houses used as barracks by the soldiers,
and about two o'clock left the town upon his mule, with
his thumb upon his nose, and fingers gyrating Columbusward. At eight o'clock the same evening he was
seated in the supper-room of the St. Charles at Cairo.
We were present when our forces occupied Columbus.
and found his diagram was correct in all its particulars,
The same diagram appeared in many papers after the
evacuation, to the correspondents of which he had fur.
nished it.




64             Carson, the Scout.
He was present at the battle of Donelson as General
Grant's special courier. Upon the Sunday when the
rebel Buckner sent in his flag of truce, he was ordered
to go to the right wing and tell General Wallace, General McClernand and Colonel Oglesbe to storm the works
of the enemy at once. In a letter written to a friend
in this city, which we have before us, alluding to this
order, he says: " I never went with a despatch to any
place in my life faster than I did with that one. I felt
as if I wanted to see the last man wiped out. I have
got a natural hatred for traitors, and never intend to
let any chance slip, when I can dispose of them in a
decent way."
After the battle, he found many letters in the rebel
camp. Among them was one from an interesting young
woman in the Southern part of Tennessee, writing to
her brother, desiring him to capture a live Yankee, and
send him to her for a pet. On one of his scouting expeditions, some time after, he made it in his way to call
upon the identical young lady. He went to the house,
and inquired for the damsel that wanted a pet. She
soon made her appearance. He told her he had been
captured at Fort Donelson by her brother, and had been
sent to her as a pet, and very politely informed her he
was at her service. The young woman looked horrified, and said there must be some mistake. Carson
said there was not; that he was going to live South in
the future, and more than that, was bound to be her
pet, and would make himself as useful as possible,
strongly intimating that she might do the same by getting him some dinner. The young woman, scared out
of her senses, complied, and furnished him an excellent




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65


meal, during which he showed her the letter, and informed her that her brother was a prisoner in the Federal camp. The young woman went into hysterics, and
the whole family commenced a sort of Tennessee dance.
By this time his arrival was noised about in the neighborhood, and as preparations were making which
looked to an unpleasant state of things for Carson, he
mounted his horse, and was off and out of sight not a
minute too soon for his safety.
His hatred of traitors was most bitter and intensewhen he did speak of them, it was only to denounce
them in the most violent terms. Even in his sleep he
would toss about restlessly, and mutter his denunciations. One night we distinctly remember at the " St.
Charles," when he jumped from his bed and frantically
rushed about the room, cursing secessionists, and thrusting his cutlass into the bureau, chairs and wall with
desperate strength. The next instant, a correspondent,
lying in another bed, was horrified to behold him rushing at him and thrusting the cutlass into the sheets, at
the same time expressing a vigorous determination to
rid the world of one more traitor. The correspondent
was out of the sheets and under the bed in a twinkling.
It was a long time before Carson was awakened to a
realizing sense of what he was doing. After that, no
one was especially desirous of sleeping with him.
The last letter he ever wrote was to a lady in Chicago,
and is as follows:
SAVANNAH, March 20th, 1862.
MY DEAR FRIEND: Your note of March 17th was handed to me last night, in General Grant's headquarters.
I have been absent for eight days. I went with desG




66              Carson, the Scout.
patches from this place to find General Buell. I was
ignorant of his whereabouts, but made up my mind to
keep going until I found his division. I kept on until
we came to Columbia, Tenn., just 150 miles from this
place. In traversing this distance I was obliged to pass
through three secession camps. As everything depended upon my getting through safely, I came to the conclusion that I would make the trip, or get down to New
Orleans in trying. After four days' ride I got to Nashville, some two hundred miles from this point. I felt
as if a feather-bed would not hurt me in the least, but
to my surprise I was ordered to return to General Grant
with my despatches. I mounted a pretty nearly wornout horse, and again set out to brave whatever dangers
might lie in my path. For a long distance we passed
off for secession soldiers, and got along finely till we
reached Columbia. In coming to this place, the Southern soldiers had been through the town. and the bridge
had been destroyed across Duck river, which obliged
us to leave our horses in a livery stable. In the meantime, the secesh soldiers came into town, and made inquiries as to where we left our horses. I came to the
conclusion that they would catch me and get my despatches, which would give them just the information
they needed. They placed men all around the town for
the purpose of catching me. I had only two men with
me, and one of them did not amount to much. I told
them I was going to run through, or burst up in business. We moved on very slowly till we came close on
to them. I put spurs to my horse, the other two doing
the same, dashed through the stream, and got through




Drumming a Coward out of Camp.       67
safe. They chased us for a long distance, but we soon
left them far behind...
We are expecting a battle soon. Perhaps, after the
fight, if I do not get killed, I will make a visit to Chicago. Hoping to hear from you soon, I remain your
true friend,            I. W. CARSON,
Major-General Grant's Scouts.
Poor Carson's presentiment was realized. His mutilated body was sent to Chicago, where it was interred,
as was befitting, with military honors. His valuable
services, rendered at all times in the most imminent
danger, will secure for him a lasting and grateful recollection as one of the youthful martyrs of the war.
Drumming a Coward out of Camp.
The culprit, after having his head shaved, has affixed
to his back in large characters the degrading epithet
"coward;" the regiment is drawn up, and he passes
between the lines, two of his former comrades closely
pressing upon him with fixed bayonets, whilst he is preceded by two of the regiment with arms reversed, an
indication that the culprit is dead to the corps. He is,
in this humiliating position, marched between the ranks.
The drummers follow after him, beating the rogue's
march. Any one who considers for a moment, though
he has never witnessed the scene, cannot fail to appreciate the degraded position of the culprit. Certainly
such an example must have a permanent and salutary
effect upon the minds of men valuing honor and manhood above life.




68


Rebels Caught in their own Trap.
A private letter from a soldier in General Jameson'a
brigade says: Our division, or rather brigade, took
eighteen prisoners yesterday, down at Pohic Church.
They were taken by Colonel Hayes, of the 63d Pennsylvania Volunteers, an active and efficient officer. The
63d were out on picket duty, and the attention of the
sergeant of the guard being drawn to the tinkling of a
cow-bell in the bushes, with visions of new milk running through his head, he examined carefully, and, to
his intense astonishment, he found himself euchered of
his milk, and no cows there, but he made the discovery
that as he advanced said cow-bell retreated. The sergeant smelt a moderate sized mice, and made a doublequick retrograde movement without investigating further. He immediately reported the fact to Col. Hays.
The colonel secreted a squad of men in the woods, and
the sergeant made himself conspicuous. Soon the gentle
tinkle of a cow-bell was again heard. The sergeant
kept threshing in the bushes, and the bell gently tinkled,
approaching all the while. Soon the squad in ambush
had the satisfaction to observe the cautious approach,
not of a cow, but of a veritable Secesher, with a cowbell around his neck, and a 6-shooter stuck in his belt.
He came slowly on until within easy range of our men.
The sergeant then hailed him and asked where he had
rather go; "( to  or to Washington."  " To Washington, I reckon," drawled the Secesher. " I ain't
clothed for warm weather." and he came up, without
looking to the right or the left, and delivered himself
up. He would have been looked upon as quite a hero




A Demijohn Drilled and Contents Spiked.  69
by our men, if the revengeful Secesher had not given
information where the balance of his comrades were.
That night, company A, Pennsylvania 63d, went about
six miles outside our pickets, and took seventeen prisoners and six horses. One of the Seceshers requested
the hostler to take good care of his horse, for he had
had nothing to eat for two days."
A Demijohn Drilled and its Contents Spiked.
A correspondent says: " Some one had been permitted to set up a tent inside of our lines, and sell eatables to the soldiers. This individual dared to sell rum,
which made a few drunk and noisy. This drunkardmaker was arrested by the Colonel's orders and taken
to the guard-house. His liquor was also seized. He
was drummed out to the tune of ' Rogue's March,' presenting a laughable appearance, with a bottle slung
over each shoulder, a toddy-stick in his rear, soldiers
ahead of him and soldiers behind him with bayonets
charged. After this the sound of shattered glass told
us that the demijohn was drilled, and its contents
spilled."
In the enemy's lines the reverse seems to be the
order of the day, if we may judge from the following:
" On the first night after my arrival, in passing from
one quarter to another, I was stopped by a sentinel,
whom I recognized as private P —, (though he did
not recognize me). I was asked 'Who goes there?
and replied, ' A friend with a bottle;' the reply was,
'Advance bottle and draw stopper,' which I did, and
was suffered to pass on my way rejoicing."




70
An Incident of the Williamsburg Battle.
Some years ago, a young Georgian, whom we will
for the present call Arthur, came to New York to take
a clerkship in one of the leading publishing houses of
this city. Of good connection, and possessing a fair
share of worldly goods, he passed his time pleasantly
in the gay metropolis of the Western world. The fearful storm which had for years been gathering ia the
South, was now casting its deepening shadows on
every part of the country; and the roar of Sumter's
cannon ushered it in with all its fury. We all remember how New York responded to the duty which this
event imposed on her, and how her streets resounded
with the tramp of gathering hosts, and the music of
fife and drum.
Arthur, forgetful of his Georgian home, of parents,
brothers, and sisters, caught the spirit of the time, and
enrolled his name under the " Stars and Stripes," in
one of the volunteer regiments of this city. An eventful year passed away, and the army of the Potomac
was before Yorktown. The regiment to which Arthur
belonged, took an active part in the daily conflicts
before that position. After its evacuation, his regiment
was among the advance at Williamsburg, driving back
the rebels to their stronghold.
The battle of Williamsburg was fought, and we find
Arthur among the wounded prisoners who fell into the
enemy's hands. He was taken to the common hospital
and there left on the bare floor, to get along as best he
could.
Arthur having obtained some water, managed to




Clearing the Battle-field after an Engagement. 71
wash and dress his own wounds, as well as circumstances would permit. His next object was to escape
from the sickening horrors around him; and for this
purpose he commenced making his way over and
among the dead and dying, which were lying singly
and in heaps around him. Among the harrowing sights
which met his eye, was one which bound him awestricken to the spot. An aged man was kneeling on
the rough floor, supporting the lifeless form of a young
rebel officer in his arms, murmuring words of prayer,
and kissing the pale brow now cold in death. Trembling with conflicting emotions, the young Union soldier
knelt beside the grief-stricken man, murmuring, "( Father! Brother!"
Arthur has since returned to New York. The story
we have told is a true one, as more than one furloughed
soldier or denizen of our hospitals can testify.
Clearing the Battle-field after an Engagement.
Few'can form an adequate idea of the horrifying and
repulsive aspect of a hotley contested battle-field the
day after the fight. The ground is literally strewed
with slain animals, the decay of which, would be apt, in
popular language, " to breed a pestilence" among the
troops in their neighborhood. To prevent this, burning the dead animals is an easier as well as safer practice than burying them.
"Clearing the battle-field," however, means more
than the mere disposing of the poor dead brutes that
man has pressed into service. It means the gathering
of the wounded, the burying of the slain, and the remo.




72        A Yankee Trick In Missouri.
val from the face of the fair earth and the eye of
heaven, of the hideous traces of man's rage and wickedness. This sad task can only be described by those
who have participated in it, and over its horrors the
impulses of humanity bid us draw a veil.
A Yankee Trick in Missouri.
The Yankee is not only up to tricks in trade, but
knows how to play them off in war too, when he wants
to trap a secessionist. Among the most cunning as
well as successful, is one told of Major Hovey, practised
near Clinton, Missouri. It was at the time when our
Federal trains were so frequently attacked and captured by roving marauders lying in ambush on their
route.
Anticipating such a contingency to him, the Major
took one hundred men, put them in wagons so as to
hide them from view, and then putting a few stragglers
to walk, as if guarding the train, he started out. Secession, shot gun in hand, hiding in the brush, saw the
cortege, and supposed it a federal wagon train poorly
guarded, and hence an easy as well as legitimate prize.
Reasoning thus, secession walked from the bush, presented his shot gun, and demanded a surrender-which
demand was instantly met by fifty men rising from the
wagons, presenting a row of glittering muskets, and
requesting a similar favor of astonished and now mortified secessionists. They generally complied, and worked
off its ill-humor by cursing such " mean Yankee tricks,"
unknown to all honorable warfare, and unworthy of
ahivalrous hearts.




7S


" These are my Sons."
There came daily, to one of the government hospitals
in St. Louis, a lady, whose tender care of the sick and
wounded soldiers attracted observation. She was known
as the wife of a citizen and as an educated woman, who
moved in refined society. Before the war commenced,
she was among the most cheerful and companionable in
a large circle of friends. All the elements of life were
in harmony. But, very soon after the mad assault of
corrupt men upon their government, Mrs. G-'s whole
demeanor changed. Friends wondered, and asked for
the cause; but she was silent.' She went no more into
society, but held herself away from public observation,
shutting herself up for most of the time in her own
house.
Conjecture was of course busy, and many theories to
cover the case were advanced and admitted-some near
the truth, perhaps, but nearly all remote therefrom.
The change in her manner and state of mind was complete. the warm, bright sunshine had passed, and she
was under the shadow of heavy clouds. All this was
remarkable, in view of the fact that Mrs. G — was
known as a woman of cheerful, reactive disposition; of
clear, common-sense thought, and of large self-controlling power. Whatever trouble might come, her friends
had faith in her ability to meet it with the calmness and
dignity of a superior mind. Was it possible that a
public calamity had been felt in her individual life so
keenly?
Whatever the cause, Mrs. G — did not rise above it.
She was present no more in the circles to which she
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74            "These are my Sons."
had always lent a charm. Occasionally an old acquaintance would see her on' the street, but with a manner so
changed and subdued that she was scarcely recognised.
The Sabbath always found her in church, sitting with
bowed head, an absorbed and fervent worshipper; and
as she moved down the aisle after the service had closed,
and out from the portico amid the crowd, instinctive
delicacy in the minds of a large number of old friends
let her pass without intrusion.
Thus it was with Mrs. G-, when disease, in league
with bullet, cannon ball, and bursting shell, began to
crowd the hospitals of St. Louis with sick and wounded
men, thus bringing into the very heart of the city, peaceful and prosperous a few months before, the ghastly
fruits of treason. Among the earliest to enroll herself
in the common sisterhood of charity, was Mrs, G —.
Almost on the very day that the first wounded man
arrived, she presented herself at one of the hospitals,
and claimed a woman's privilege of ministering to pain.
Her care was less for the sick than for the wounded,
and less for strong men than for youth-tender boys,
who had felt the kindling fires of patriotism, and gone
forth in arms to meet the foes of freedom and law.
Towards these she displayed all the interest and compassionate care of a mother, ministering to the mind
and heart, as well as to the suffering body. It was remarkable how completely her life came down into this
work, and how soon duty was absorbed by love.
Among those who were brought in from one of the
many battle-fields of Missouri, were three young men,
the oldest not over twenty-two. One of them had lost
ja arm; one had his right knee shattered by a shell;




"These are my Sons."


75


and the other had received three bullets in his body.
They were laid on three beds, standing side by side;
and the first woman's face that looked down in pity
upon their pale, suffering faces was that of Mrs. G —,
'The first sound, so full of home and love-so soft and
sweet to their cars, and like the voice of a motherwas the voice of Mrs. G —. Do we wonder that, as
their eyes looked up to hers, they grew blinded by tears?
Mrs. G- did not leave them when the surgeon came.
The sight of his instruments pressed the blood back
upon her heart, and she grew faint; but the eyes of a
fair-haired stripling, whose hurt gaze turned from the
knife and probe, and reached upwards towards her, like
clinging hands, held her to the post of duty, and compassion gave new life to her heart, so that all its pulses
were strong again.  The surgeon's best assistant,
through all the painful work that had in mercy to be
done upon the bodies of these young men, was Mrs.
G —; and their best strength came from her tender
and maternal voice. She was an angel to them; and,
thankful love filled their hearts, and shone from their
faces, in the calm, and ease, and rest that followed the
torture, and not only filled their hearts, and shone from
their faces, but awakened by its ardor the purest and
truest of all loves in her heart-a mother's love.
She did not leave them through the feverish night
that followed, and only returned to her home in the
gray morning that broke upon her self-imposed vigils.
Nature demanded rest. Mrs. G — was more exhausted
than she had ever been before. It was not so much the
watch that left her with weak and jarred nerves; feelings had been awakened into too strong a life, and




76            cc These are my Sons."
burned with too consuming an intensity. It was late
in the afternoon when Mrs. G-returned to the hospital.
Her first visit was to the three young men with whom
she had passed the night. They received her with
grateful eyes and welcoming smiles. Something about
them touched her more deeply than she had been touched by anything which she had seen during her walks of
mercy amid sick and wounded and dying men. Sitting
down, she talked first with one, and then with another,
about themselves and their home.
One had a mother in far away New England, and his
lashes lay wet on his cheek as he spoke of her.," She loves her country, and has given three sons for
its defence," he said; and in pride of such a mother,
his heart beat quicker, and sent the flushing blood to
his pale face. " I will not tell her how badly I am
hurt," he continued;;" she shall only know of that
when I am well again. But she shall know of your
kindness, dear lady! My first letter will tell her
that!"
" Happy mother, to have brave and loyal sons in a
time like this.!" answered Mrs. G —, her voice losing
its firm tones, and sinking to a sad expression.
"s Have you no son to give to your country?" asked
the fair-haired stripling, whose head had rested, a few
moments before, against her bosom, while the knife and
probe were making him sick with agony.
"( I will call you my son," was replied, after a brief
silence. Mrs. G —'s voice was in a lower key, but
calm and steady. She seemed to have encountered a
strong wave of feeling, that made all the timbers in her
vessel of life shudder; but the stroke had proved harm



" These are my Sons."         77
less, and she was herself again.. " And you are my
sons also," she added, almost proudly, as she looked
upon the others  "Worthy sons! I will give you a
mother's care."
There entered, at this moment, two men, carrying a
litter, on which a man was lying. A surgeon and nurse
were in attendance. The large room was full of beds,
and on one of these the man, who moaned in a low,
plaintive voice, was placed. Mrs. G — did not stir
from where she sat by the young soldier. Scenes i:ke
these were of almost daily occurrence, and did no, disturb the order for duties of the institution.
" A wounded rebel," said the nurse, who had coat;
in with the litter. She crossed the room to Mrs. Gwhispered the sentence, and then moved back again.
She did not know what a thrill of pain her brief sentence had awakened.
A wounded rebel! The very bullet that shattered
the bone, and rent the sensitive flesh of the loyal youth
over whose couch she sat, might have been sent on its
cruel mission by his hands. Yet was he now brought
in, carefully to be ministered to in suffering, and saved
perhaps from death. This was the very thought that
flashed through the mind of Mrs. G —, as the thrill of
pain which the announcement occasioned went trembling away into stillness.
The moans of the wounded man soon died away. He
had first been taken to the surgeon's apartments, and
after the abstraction of a ball, the passage of which
had been more painful than dangerous, he was removed,
under the charge of nurses, to the room where he now
rested.




78            " These are my Sons."
Mrs. G-'s interest in the three young men, who were
now specially in her charge, found no abatement, but
rather increased. In brief conversations with each of
them, she gathered little facts and incidents and sentiments that expressed the quality of their lives, of a character still further to interest her feelings. Each had
been tenderly cared for in early years, and each was
loyal as well to all home memories as to the country he
had gone forth to serve, bearing his life in his hands.
It was nearly an hour after the wounded rebel had
been brought in, when a nurse, crossing from a distant
part where he lay, came to Mrs. G —, who was assisting the surgeon to dress the shattered limb of one of
the young men under her care, and stooping down, said
to her, with suppressed agitation:
"It is your son, madam!"
Who? where?" The color went oat of Mrs. G-'s
face.
( The man who was last brought in."
My son?"
"Yes, ma'am, he says he is your son. Won't you
come over to him? He wants you."
Mrs. G — caught her breath with a gasp, but, gaining self-possession, she answered, with a calm eloquence
of tone that was full of heroism, " These are my sons!"
For an instant she looked proudly from face to face
of the three wounded soldiers, and then bent over the
task in which she was engaged.
Her hand showed no tremors, as she wound the long
bandafges about the tender limb, and in every minutia
obeyed the surgeon's directions. When the painful
work was done, she wiped from the sufferer's pale fore



" These are my Sons."           79
head the clammy sweat that covered it, and laid her
hand softly upon his temples, smoothing back the damp
hair. No mother's hand had in it a tenderer touch.
For a minute the surgeon drew her aside, and they
stood in earnest conversation; then he moved away,
and Mrs. G- resumed her place. Not long afterwards,
the rebel soldier, who had been brought in, was carried
out again, the men who bore the litter almost touching
Mrs. G- as they passed. But she did not stir or look
around. One, two, three hours, and she was still in
the hospital; but her loyal, heroic heart had taken up
a burden that no true mother's heart has strength to
bear. The surgeon, who comprehended the case, was
watching her with intense interest. He saw, with eyes
that could read signs which others might not understand, the gradual failing of power to sustain herself in
this self-imposed ordeal, and more than once offered
gentle remonstrances, which she failed to heed. But
all things yield, when pressure is in excess of strength.
Three hours after her rebel son had been removed, by
her order, with a nurse in attendance, to the home be
had dishonored, Mrs. G — was carried thither insensible, having swooned from exhaustion of vital power
in the unnatural conflict of mind to which she had been
subjected.
On the day after, she was absent from the hospital;
but on the third day she came in again, paler, and to
some eyes sadder, and again administered with loving care to the sons of her adoption.




80


"The Spirit of '76."
A lad-he was but a stripling, though he had seen
hard services-lay stretched out on the seat of the car.
Another lad, of less than twenty summers, with his arm
in a sling, came and took a seat behind him, gazing
upon him with mournful interest. Looking up to me
(for I was accompanying the sick boy to his home) he
asked.
"Is he a soldier?"
" Yes."
"Of what regiment?"
"The Thirteenth Illinois Cavalry."
"Are you a soldier?"
"Yes."
"Where do you belong?"
In the One Hundred and Fifth Regiment of Illinois
Volunteers."
"The One Hundred and Fifth Regiment?     That
sounds well. Illinois is doing nobly."
"I did belong to the Eleventh Illinois Infantry."
"Then how came you in the One Hundred and
Fifth?"
"I was wounded at the battle of Fort Donelson, so
that I was pronounced unfit for service, and discharged.
But I recovered from my wound, and when they commenced raising this regiment in my neighborhood, I
again enlisted."
Hitherto the sick boy had been perfectly still. Now
he slowly turned over, looked up with glistening eyes,
stretched forth his hand, with the slow movement of a
sick man, to the top of the seat, and, without saying a




Scene at a New York Recruiting Office.


81


word, eagerly grasped the hand of the new recruit,
The patriotism that glowed in those wan features and
prompted those slow, tremulous movements, like electricity, ran through every heart. The twice-enlisted
youth, as soon as he saw his intention, delighted at the
appreciation and reflection of his own spirit, grasped
the outstretched hand, exclaiming:
"' Bully for you!"
Words cannot describe the effect upon the passengers, as they saw those hands clasped, in token of
mutual esteem for love of country; a mutual pledge
that each was ready to give his life, his all, for that
country. They felt that the spirit of '76 still.survived.
Scene at a New York Recruiting Office.
While walking up the Bowery, a few days ago, we
noticed a small-sized crowd in front of the recruiting
office of the second battalion of Duryee's Zouaves, between Hester and Grand streets. Upon coming up to
the gathering, we discovered the well-known figure of
Horace Greeley, surrounded by some half-dozen redbreeched and turbaned soldiers.
" Come, Mr. Greeley!" exclaimed a strapping fellow,
who stood six feet high, and was proportionably broad
across the chest and shoulders. " Now's your time to
enlist! We give $188 bounty to-day. Won't you go
to the war with us?"
" Gentlemen!" answered the philosopher, "it's impossible. I am too old; besides, I am doing a great
deal more service at home."




82    Scene at a New York Recruiting Ofice.
"Then you won't go?' asked another Zouave.
"I cannot do it, my friend," replied Horace.
"You ain't afraid, are you? You don't know how
well you'd look until you saw yourself dressed up in
Zouave uniform," chimed in another.
" I have no doubt I should cut a pretty figure in your
dress-"
" Especially if you wore a white coat," interrupted a
waggish bystander.
"But that is nothing, my friends. Dress neither
makes men nor soldiers. Principle, good character,
good habits, and resolution is everything."
"0 yes! that's all right; but that ain't enlisting,"
persisted the first speaker. " Uncle Sam wants soldiers,
and talking or writing isn't the thing. There's lots of
men older than you in the ranks, and any quantity of
editors, reporters and printers. If a few men like you
enlisted, our regiments would soon fill up."
"That is true; but it is impossible for me to join
you," continued Horace.
"You'd soon get a chance to wear the straps. Maybe you might sport a spread eagle," put in another Zou
Zou, persuasively.
"No, no; gentlemen, I must leave you; but," turning around in a quiet manner, and eyeing the crowd,
which by this time was considerable, " perhaps some
of these citizens I see gathered about you will volunteer. If any one will do so, I will give an extra bounty.
Does any one wish to join?"
At this unexpected offer the crowd began to give
way and scatter about, while several proposed three
oheers for the white-coated philosopher. We did not




Death Scene of Capt. John Griswold.   83
hear whether Greeley secured any recruits by his extra
bounty; but he soon after moved off, followed by the
Zou-Zous, who laughed quite heartily at the attempt
made to entrap Horace into the Union army.
Death Scene of Captain John Griswold.
It is the highest testimony to his merit as a man and
his value as an officer, to tell you that Gen. Burnside
(in whose corps the Captain's regiment served) visited
the Captain before his death. A barn floor littered with
straw, formed his death-bed. He was surrounded by
the wounded of the rank and file. Some of them were
his own men. They were weeping at the prospect of
his speedy dissolution. He had received a ball in his
bowels, which must prove mortal. But for his conduct
none could anticipate that the mournful event was near.
His loving soldiers and others wept. His mind was
clear to the last, and sustained, if not joyous. " Weep
not, my friends, for me. I die as I have always wished
to die," and he ceased to breathe, without a sign of
sadness. He was a young man, in appearance not
more than thirty, and a resident, I was told, of Lynn,
Conn.
At Memphis and Nashville, the sending of rebel sympathizers South, is kept up. If citizens give evidence
of disloyalty, Gen. Sherman and Gov. Johnson say,
" Go to Dixie!" an improvement upon an old and
somewhat kindred expression.




The Massachusetts 6th in Baltimore.
Sumter has fallen. A call has gone forth for the loyal
people to rally to the rescue of the National Capitol,
and the defence of the Government and country. Un.
warlike in habits and tastes, they nevertheless have
come forth from the office, the counting room, the studio
and pulpit, in obedience to their country's summons.
The first in the field were the " Massachussetts 6th."
Hurrying from the plow and workshop, they gathered
at Lowell, bade farewell to kindred and friends, formed in a solid column, listened with quivering lips to the
prayers of their pastor and the parting addresses of
their fellow-townsmen, their bands struck up a national
air, their colors were unfurled before them, and the line
of march was taken up for Washington.
In seventy-two hours from that time, they were in
the heart of Baltimore, and in the midst of an infuriated
mob numbering thousands.   The particulars of this
outrage, and its electric effect on the country at large,
are too well known to be repeated here.
It was during the murderous affray of the 19th of
April that the following incident took place, an incident
fraught with more than usual interest, showing, as it
did, to the world, an example of heroism and daring
that deserves the praise of a just and enlightened
people.
The regimental band of the Massachusetts 6th, at the
time of the attack, consisted of twenty-four pieces, and
occupied a separate car. By some mishap this car was
*' switched off," so that instead of being the first it was
left in the rear of the regiment. Thus isolated, ua



The Massachusetts 6th in Baltimore.  85
armed and incapable of making any defence, the members of the band became the objects of attack of the
fiendish mob, which immediately commenced breaking
up the car with bars of iron, at the same time pouring
in a shower of stones through the windows, while others
were calling for powder to blow up the car. Finding
it would be certain destruction to remain longer thus
cooped up, the unarmed musicians leaped out to meet
their merciless foe hand to hand. Twenty-four men in
a strange city, surrounded by a yelling mob bent on
their destruction, while beyond these demons were
thousands of citizens silent witnesses of this unequal
contest, not daring even to speak a word in behalf of
that band of fellow-beings, who were seeking in vain
for some avenue of escape. Goaded by pain, and faint
with loss of blood, they were making a final desperate
effort to reach some place of shelter, when a roughlooking man sprang in front of their leader, exclaiming, " This way, boys! this way!" His was the first
friendly voice they had heard since entering Baltimore,
and they followed without a moment's hesitation. The
strange, rough man led them up a narrow alley to an
open door through which they rushed, for their pursuers were close at their heels. Inside they were met by
a powerful-looking woman, who grasped each by the
hand, with an assurance that they were safe beneath
her roof.
The last of the band was knocked senseless by a
stone as he entered the door, but the amazon who had
welcomed them took him up in her arms, and directing
his companions to follow, led the way to a room in the
upper part of the building, where she immediately corn




86       The Massachusetts 6th in Baltimore.


menced to wash and-bind up their wounds. After hav.
ing done this, she procured food for them and a change
of clothes, so that they were enabled to go out in search
of their comrades, without danger of detection from the
ruffianly crowd which had given them so rough a reception. They then learned the particulars of the attack
on a portion of their regiment, and of the escape of the
greater portion. They saw also the dead and wounded that had been left behind in the hostile city. One
of their own number was missing and could not be
found, and it was uncertain whether he had been killed
or had escaped. On going back to the house where
they had been so kindly cared for, they found that their
uniforms, together with their battered instruments, had
been carefully packed up and sent to the depot of the
Philadelphia Railroad, where they were advised to go,
as they would there be sure to meet friends. Theydid
so, and started in the next train for Philadelphia, and
arrived just in time to meet the " Massachusetts 8th,"
under the command of General Butler, who told them
to hurry on to the " Old Bay State," and show their
battered faces and broken limbs, in the certainty that
they would be sent back to play " Hail, Columbia!" in
the very streets of Baltimore, where they had been so
inhumanly treated.
The noble-hearted woman, who defied a desperate
mob in rescuing and protecting those men, is a well.
known character in the city of Baltimore. According
to the verdict of Christian society, she is an outcast,
lost to all that is good and elevating; but she is a true
heroine nevertheless, and by her noble conduct entitled
to the nation's grateful thanks. When Governor Hicks




The Drummer-Roy of Mlarb'eheaa.


87


had succumbed to the mob of miscreants, and Winter.
Davis himself had fled in dismay, and men of influence,
of high official standing, had hidden themselves in their
terror-when all the municipal powers of the city were
unable to protect a few unarmed strangers who were
struggling for life-then this poor woman, this despised
outcast, took them under her protection, dressed their
wounds, fed and clothed them, and sent them in safety
to their friends.
No doubt, thousands of loyal citizens would like to
know the name of one, who should be remembered for
her humanity to their countrymen. It is ANNA MARLEY.
The Drummer-Boy of Marblehead.
A lad of fifteen is the hero of this story, showing that
in the hearts of even the children of the North, the indomitable spirit of liberty throbs with an enthusiasm
and courage, that quails not on the tented field, and is
eager to do and to die for the country's flag.
Who can for a moment doubt the purity sand success
of the national cause, when we see ihe very boys of the
Union, the darlings of the hearth-stone, tearing themselves from their mother's arms and from their weeping sisters, and foremost in the fight, beating their
drums, or seizing, as in the case of Albert Manson, a
rifle from a wounded soldier and firing on the foe, till
falling faint and dying from a rebel ball?
It was the murder of the Massachusetts troops in the
streets of Baltimore that roused the rage of his young
heart to avenge their blood. Father and son at once




88       The Drummer-Bcy rf Marbiehead.
enlisted. The son could play the " Star Spangled Ban.
ner" and " Yankee Doodle," and on trial, Col. Kurtz,
struck with his bold and inspired manner, appointed
him in one of the companies of the Massachusetts 23d,
being the youngest drummer in the regiment.
They sailed in the Burnside expedition; and in the
battle of Roanoke Island, after a weary march through
slime and water, they came in sight of the enemy's battery. " Who will go and take it?" asked the General
commanding. "The Massachusetts 23d," was the quick
reply. "Forward, then, double-quick!" and in the
teeth of a galling fire they rushed to their death as it
had been to their bridal. The father fell wounded by
his side,. but the son heeded him not; his whole soul
had lost itself in the work before him. " Look at that
child," said one officer to another; " No wonder we
conquer, when boys fight so." "Did'nt I say they
should run to the old tunes?" and seizing a disabled
revolver for a drum-stick, he struck up, in a wondrously
defiant way, our impudent old strain of Yankee Doodle.
A flying rebel heard it, and looking back, took sure aim
at Albert. A man near the boy saw him, and tried to
pull Albert down, but he stood his ground, and the ball
did not fail to do its deadly work.
And you will love his knightly colonel none the less
when I tell you that his strong arms held the dying
boy. His pale lips moved at last, and they bent
eagerly to hear his words. Some inquiry for his missing father-some last precious words for his lonely
mother? No; only this, boylike, " Which beat, quick,
tell me?" Tears ran like rain (lown the blackened
faces, and one, in a voice husky with sobs, said, " We,




A Camp of Females at Island No. 10.


89


Albert, the field is ours." The ears death had already
deadened caught no sound, and his slight hand fluttered impatiently as again he gasped, "What, tell quick?"
"We beat 'em intirely, me boy," said a big Irish sergeant, who was crying like a baby. He heard then,
and his voice was as strong as ever as he answered,
" Why don't you go after 'em? Don't mind me, I'll
catch up-I'm a little cold, but running will warm me."
He never spoke again: the coldness of death stiffened
his limbs, and so he passed from the victory of earth
to the God who gave us the victory.
If the mother of the Gracchi could point to her sons
and say, " These are my jewels," with what a loftier,
holier pride can the Massachusetts mother of this gallant boy recall the memory of her heart's idol! Build
him a monument of the old Bay State's granite, and let
his name live for ever high in the temple of Fame!
A Oamp of Females at Island No. 10.
We are carried back, by the scenes here described,
to the times of the Spanish buccaneers, and learn with
a blush the abandonment of moral restraint among
the soldiers of the South.
"c On a beautiful hill," writes an officer of Commodore
Foote's victorious flotilla, " surrounded by beautiful
groves, budding wild flowers, and the accompanying
charms of a rural retreat, we found a bevy of nymphs
encamped, and enjoying soldierly life in real earnest.
There were twelve or fifteen of them, of different ages,
but all young, and more or less fair to look upon. They




90     A Camp of Females at Island No. 10.
sat round the camp fire, and cooked their breakfast, a
little disheveled and rumpled, as might, perhaps, be
expected, in remembrance of the scenes of excitement
they had passed through, but yet as much composed,
and as much at home, as though they had campaigned
it all their lives. There was a stray lock of hair hanging here and there, an unlaced bodice granting chary
glimpses of vast luxuriance of bust, a stocking down
at the heel, or a garter with visible downward tendencies-all of which was attributed to our early visit.
There were all the marks of femininity about the place.
The embowering trees were hung with hoop skirts and
flaunting articles, which looked in the distance like abbreviated pantaloons. A glance at the interior of their
tents showed magnificent disorder. Dimity and calico,
silk, feathers, and all the appurtenances of a female
boudoir, were visible. It was a rara avis in terra-a
new bird in the woods.
" These feminine voyageurs were real campaigners.
The chivalry of the South, ever solicitous for the sex,
could not resist the inclination for its society, and hence
the camp of nymphs by the river side, in the embowering shade, et cetera. I will not say much for their fair
fame, or for the good fame of the confederate officers,
whose baggage was mingled in admirable confusion
with the rumpled dimity and calico, whose boots and
spurs hung among the hoop skirts and unmentionables,
and whose old hats ornamented the tent-poles or decked
the heads of the fair adventuresses. It was a new fea.
ture in war." 




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Who was She?
On April 28th, while the National fleet was anchored
off New Orleans, and before the city had been definitely surrendered by the authorities, a small boat, pulled
by one pair of oars was observed leaving the levee. A
closely veiled lady was noticed in the stern. When she
reached one of the vessels, she drew back her veil and
beckoned to the officer of the watch. The Captain, who
had remarked that she was young and apparently very
lovely, dreaded the influence of the fair syren upon his
subordinate, as with a gesture he forbade his responding to the mute appeal, and repaired himself to the
gangway. Probably he imagined that forty odd years
were more secure than twenty from treasonable temptation.
"Pray, sir," she asked, in the most musical voice
imaginable, "might I inquire if a person named Me
Clellan is on board."
At the same time she made him a brief but imperative sign, which he construed to signify that he was ex.
pected to reply in the affirmative.
"Certainly there is, madam!"
The white lie may be pardoned on fhe score of the
brilliancy of the flashing eyes which partially bewildered the Captain,
" Might I trouble you to give him this letter?"
As the Captain descended to take it from one of the
smallest and most delicately gloved hands he had ever
seen, he partially recovered the presence of mind which
had not deserted him once during the fierce struggle of
the preceding days. He was unwilling that the first




92               t1Who was she?
pair of bright eyes he had seen for weeks should vanish
so quickly.
"Would you not wish to step on board, madam, and
speak with him?"
A wicked smile flitted over the charming face before
him, and but for his age, and the wife he had left in
the North, he would infallibly have lost his heart. As
it was, he felt it almost going, and laid his heavy hand
upon it to check its disposition for levanting from its
legitimate owner.
"No; I thank you," she said. "Such an unexpected
pleasure might prove somewhat embarrassing."
Saying this, she again sat down, drew her veil over
her face, and making a sign to the colored boatman,
was pulled once more towards the levee.
The Captain gazed after her, sighed, and then looked
at the letter.
" I suppose I must do duty for McClellan on this occasion," he said. "But who the deuce can she be." He
then opened it.
The letter contained a great deal of valuable infor.
mation respecting the temper of the population of the
city. It also stated that Forts Pike and Livingston had
been evacuated, and their garrisons despatched to join
Beauregard at Corinth, and distinctly affirmed that no
Union sentiment could find expression in New Orleans
until those who felt it could be guaranteed the pro.
tection of United States troops against the temper of
the populace. Subsequent events have proved that the
fair correspondent was right; and the young subaltern,
who was only able to catch an occasional glimpse of
those delightful eyes as she was speaking to his corn



A Female Spy.                93
manding officer, says that, "Never before was the
flashing glance of beauty one half so agreeable."
A Female Spy.
No doubt the sunny South has received many, and
some very important, favors from the fair sex. At
Washington, for a while, they played an almost open
game, being    several instances educated, handsome
and fashionable, having access to cabinet circles, and
intimate with heads of bureaus, officers of war, State,
etc. A pretty and talented woman is a dangerous article to the peace of man individually, and sometimes
to the peace of the country. Even patriotism is not
safe against the charms, and wiles, and intrigues of
the gay deceivers.
Therefore it was that our generally gallant Secretary
of State felt compelled to arrest and imprison, first in
their own houses, and afterwards in less comfortable
quarters, a few of the most dangerous of the sex. At
last a well-known lady was detected in corresponding
and receiving messages through the medium of poundcake, which circumstance determined him to ship them
all to Norfolk by a flag of truce, as the only way to get
rid of such a nuisance.
The heroine of our chapter is a Mrs. Baxley, who was
arrested and examined on the steamer Georgiana, between Fortress Monroe and Baltimore.
From some remarks she made, a Mr. Brigham, who
was a detective, jocosely asked. her if she was a secessionist, to which she answered " yes." After the gang




94


A Female Spy.


plank was run out, the boat having landed at Baltimore, Mrs. Baxley was heard to say that she " thanked
God she had arrived home safe;" and when about stepping ashore, Mr. Brigham tapped her on the shoulder
and requested her attendance in the ladies' cabin. As
soon as the room was reached her bonnet was taken off,
between the linings of which was found upwards of
fifty letters sewed in, when she exclaimed that having
been found out, she thought it best to deliver up the
" contrabands" and be allowed to proceed on her way.
But Mr. Brigham insisted upon it that she had others,
and lo! in her shoes and stockings numerous other letters were also found. The lady was closely guarded
until the Provost Marshal of Baltimore was informed
of the circumstance, when he sent a woman to examine
Mrs. Baxley with more scrutiny. Almost every possible place about her clothing was filled with letters
from Secessia for rebel sympathizers in Baltimore, but
in her corsets was found a document which, when taken
by the woman examining the smuggler, Mrs. Baxley
rushed at her, and getting hold of the paper, tore it in
two. The document proved to be a commission from
Jeff Davis to a Dr. Septimus Brown, of Baltimore, also
passes and direction for him to run the federal blockade
in order to gain the rebel domains.
Mrs. Baxley was taken to a hotel, and several police
officers placed on guard over her. While locked in her
room she dropped a note out of the window addressed
to her lover (the rebel doctor), imploring him for God's
sake to fly, as all was discovered. It seemed to be her
only and darling desire to get her lover a commission
in the rebel army, and, having succeeded, she was only




Miss Taylor in Camp Dick Robinson. 
detected in her nefarious transactions when about ccpleting her mission.
Miss Taylor in Camp Dick Robinson.
A young lady who has been with the East Tennesseens during their stay in CamIy Dick Robinson, is thus
alluded to by the camp correspondent of the Cincinnati
Times: "One of the features of the 1st Tennessee
Regiment is the person of a brave and accomplished
young lady of but eighteen summers, and of prepossessing appearance, named Sarah Taylor, of East Tennessee, who is the step-daughter of Captain Dowden,
of the 1st Tennessee Regiment. Miss Taylor is an exile from her home, having joined the fortunes of her
step-father and her wandering comlpanions, accompanying them in their perilous and dreary flight from their
homes and estates. Miss Taylor has formed the determination to share with her late companions the dangers
and fatigues of a military campaign. She has donned
a neat blue chapeau, beneath which her long hair is
fantastically arranged; bearing at her side a highlyfinished regulation sword, and silver-mounted pistols in
her belt, all of which gives her a very neat appearance.
She is quite the idol of the Tennessee boys. They look
upon her as a second Joan of Arc, believing that victory
and glory will perch upon the standards borne in the
ranks favored by her loved presence. Miss Captain
Taylor is all courage and skill. Having become an
adept in the sword exercise, and a sure shot with the
pistol, she is determined to lead in the van of the march




96    / Miss Taylor in Camp Dick Robinson.


bearing her exiled and oppressed countrymen back to
their homes, or, if failing, to offer up her own life's
blood in the sacrifice."
A gentleman who was on the ground on Saturday
night, the 19th instant, when the order was issued to
the Tennesseeans to march to reinforce Colonel Garrard, informs us that the wildest excitement pervaded
the whole camp, and that the young lady above alluded
to mounted her horse, and, cap in hand, galloped along
the line like a spirit of flame, cheering on the men.
She wore a blue blouse, and was armed with pistols,
sword and rifle. Our informant, who has been at the
camp the whole time since the arrival of the Tennesseeans, says that Miss Taylor is regarded by the troops
as a guardian angel, who is to lead them to victory.
These persecuted men look upon the daring girl who
followed their fortunes through sunshine and shadow,
with the tenderest feeling of veneration, and each
would freely offer his life in her defence. There was
but little sleep in the camp on Saturday night, so
great was the joy of the men at the prospect of meeting the foe, and at a very early hour in the morning
they filed away jubilantly, with their Joan of Arc in
the van. Just before taking up their line of march
they all knelt, and, lifting up their right hand, solemnly swore never to return without seeing their
homes and loved ones. Whether the East Tennesseeans of Camp Dick Robinson shall do daring deeds or
not, Miss Taylor's fame is perfectly secure. She is a
girl of history, and poetry will embalm her name in
undying numbers.




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97


A CHAP in Virginia was taken prisoner the other
day by the rebels, who demanded that he should take
an oath to support the Confederate Government. The
fellow said he had taken many big oaths in his day, but
lie could not support his family, and to swear to support the Jeff Davis Government was taller swearing
than he dared to do these hard times.
THE DYING SOLDIER. —n one of the hospitals near
Alexandria lay a youthful soldier gasping for his last
breath. He could not speak; but by signs he made his
comrade, who was a kind-hearted, though unlettered
son of Erin, understand that he wanted the chaplain.
Rev. Mr. B — was soon by his bedside. " What is it,
my poor boy?" he said, kindly. Tle youth feebly pointed to his mother's signature in a letter lying beside his
pillow, then more feebly to the dark locks which shaded
his pale brow. The chaplain was quick to catch the
boy's meaning. " Send a lock of hair to your mother,
James?" The eager nod answered him. "Any message, dear boy? Can you whisper a word of farewell?"
No, lie could not, his breath was nearly spent. But a
single movement of his finger, first pointing to his
heart, and then upward, was full of significancy to the
intent eye of the soldier's friend. " Yes, James, I understand-your soul is resting on Jesus, you are going
to your heavenly home; I shall write to your mother,
and she will bless God amid her tears."  A loving,
grateful smile beamed upon the chaplain, and James
was no more.




98             A Tough tj'stomer.
THEY grow some tough customers up in the " North
Woods." A chap named Jim Hill, of White Lake, enlisted in a cavalry company a year ago, and deserted.
IHe then enlisted in Col. Whenlock's regiment, from
which he also deserted. He came home, enlisted under
the recent order, received his bounty, and skedaddled
for John Brown's Tract. He was subsequently nabbed,
lodged in the Lewis County Jail, started for the seat of
war, got as far as Booneville, where his handcuffs were
taken off and where he " mysteriously disappeared"
during the night. He was again caught, handcuffed
and put into a room, and his clothes taken away. He
escaped from an " upper story " by making a ladder of
the bed-clothes, wrapped himself up in a quilt and revisited the classic shores of White Lake, where he was
at last accounts! That man has genius.
A YOUNG MAN who had been employed as a waiter in
a saloon, in Rochester, and who had enlisted in the
140th Regiment, deserted. He was caught by a guard
sent in search of him, and, on his way back to camp,
asked permission to call at a shoe store to do an errand.
The request being granted, the chap ran through the
back door of the store and entered the saloon where he
had been employed. Thither he was pursued by the
guard, who after a thorough search of the premises,
left, satisfied that he had escaped. 1ll this time he was
concealed under the crinoline of the cook, who subsequently confessed to the part she had played. The deserter, when the search had been given up, emerged
from his hiding-place, and got away,




Sure Enough.               99
SURE ENOUGH.-A teamster in our army was outrageously rough, and yelled at his mules very foolishly,
annoying all around him. The General, who happened
not to be in uniform, once heard him, and ordered him
to stop such outcries. "And who are you?" said the
driver. "I am the commander of this division," replied
the General. "Well, then, command your division; I
am commander of these mules, and I'll holler and swear
as much as I please," roared the team driver.
S. H. HILL, a young man about 18 years of age, who
has just returned from New Orleans, where he has been
a waiter for an officer in a Vermont regiment, enlisted
in Northampton, Mass., a few days ago, but was rejected by the surgeon in consequence of having a stiff
finger. He was told by the surgeon that if he would
have the finger taken off he would pass him, The finger was accordingly removed, and the plucky young
man has re-enlisted.
WHEN General Stuart seized on General Pope's camp,
he found there a darkey about the same size as General
Pope, and this contraband individual he encased in the
General's best clothes, shoulder-straps and all, and
caused to ride beside him on a mule through Warrenton, labelled on his back, " No retreat!" " Ouward to
Richmond!" No doubt but that General Stuart thought
that to dress a darkey in the federal uniform, was sufficient to make him fit to ride beside him!




100


An Explanation.
Hard bread, or as it is generally called in camp,
" liard tack," is the soldier's food on a campaign.  It
comes in square wooden boxes, on which different makers put their various brands.
One day a lot of boxes of peculiarly hard crackers
arrived in the camp of the 5th Excelsior. Several of
the boys were wondering the meaning of the brand
upon the boxes, which was as follows:
B. C."
603.
Various interpretations were given, but all were
rejected, until one individual declared it was plain
enough-could't be misunderstood.
"Why, how so?" was the query.
"Oh," he replied, " that is the date when the crackers were made-six hundred and three years before
Christ. (603 B. C.")
When the Fifth Excelsior regiment was camped near
Port Tobacco, Md., the secesh farmers in the neighborhood raised a great outcry about a few chickens which
had been missed from their poultry yards. Stringent
orders were accordingly issued against foraging. Still,
now and then an unlucky fowl would find its way into
the mess kitchen, but nobody could account for its
presence there. At last an unlucky wight was caught
bearing a goose into camp.
He was brought to the Captain of his company, who
in tones of severity demanded how in the face of such
stringent orders he dare steal geese.




Details.


101


"I didn't steal it," indignantly retorted the culprit.
"Did you buy it?"
"No. I'll tell you how it was: I was coming up
from the village whistling Yankee Doodle, when out
came one of old Farrell's geese, and hearing the tune
I was whistling, commenced hissing. I couldn't stand
that, and so I up and knocked it over. Well, as I had
killed it, I thought that like as not a detail would be
ordered out in the morning to bury offal, and I thought
I might as well bring the goose up to camp and have
it handy."
The Captain could hardly (' see it;" nevertheless,
Farrell never got paid for that goose.
Details,,
There is not a Captain in the service who has not a
chronic horror of the approach of the sergeant-major
with the order, " Captain, you will detail ten men for
--." Whatever has to be done, a detail is called
for; but the following anecdote would seem to indicate that Gen. Sickels carries it rather farther than is
ordinarily done:
At the battle of Fair Oaks, the enemy posted a lot
of sharp-shooters in trees, and some of them had made
some very good shots at the General.
He sent for a Captain of one of his companies. The
Captain touched his hat, and awaited orders.
" Captain," said the General, quietly, " there is a
fellow in that tree yonder, who has been firing at me;
I wish you would detail a couple of men to shoot him."
How the Secesh relished the detail, is not told.




102


The Drummer Boy.
One of the volunteer military companies recently
organized in Chicago, had a drummer boy 13 years old,
a member of a Sabbath School of that city.  As the
company on drill were marching through one of the
streets, a fine flag,, bearing the stars and stripes, was
displayed from one of the many drinking saloons which
mar the beauty and morals of that city, as they do all
our cities, east and west.  The Captain, overflowing
with patriotism at the sight of our national ensign,
ordered his men to halt, and give it a royal salute.
The drummer boy, supposing the salute to be intended
for the place, as well as for the flag, held his drum in
perfect silence.  The Captain, in a reproving tone,
inquired the cause.  " Sir," said the boy, " I would
not go into such a place as that, and I certainly cannot salute it."  " My good boy," said the Captain, patting him on the shoulder, " my good boy, you are
right, and I am wrong."
Remembered and Mourned.
For every mal who falls in battle, some one mourns.
Por every man who dies in hospital wards, and of
whom perhaps no note is made, some one mourns. For
the humblest soldier shot on picket, and of whose
humble exit from the stage of life little is thought,
some one mourns. Nor this alone. For every soldier
disabled; for every one who loses an arm or a leg, or
who is wounded or languishes in protracted suffering;




103


for every one who has " only camp fever," some heart
bleeds, some tears arc shed. In far off humble households, perhaps, sleepless nights and anxious days are
passed, of which the world never knows; and every
wounded and crippled soldier who returns to his family
and friends, brings a.lasting pang with him. Oh!;low the mothers feel this war! If ever God is sad in
heaven, it seems to me it must be when He looks upon
the hearts of these mothers. We who are young, think
ittle of it; neither, I imagine, do the fathers or the
brothers know much of it; but it is the poor mothers,
and wives of the soldiers. God help them!
James Leonard, of Upper Gilmanton, has written a
letter stating his difficulties in trying to enlist. He
says, among other indignant things: "After accepting several men over 45 years of age, and several infants, such as a man like me could whip a dozen of, I
was rejected because I had the honesty to acknowledge
that I was more than forty-five years of age.  The
mustering officer was a very good-looking man, about
thirty-five years old; but I guess I can run faster and
jump higher than he; also take him down, whip him,
endure more hardships, and kill at least three rebels to
nis one."
A preacher of the M. E. Church says that he and his
brethren will fight the rebels in this world, and if God
permit, chase their frightened ghosts in the next.




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A citizen in one of our neighboring cities, who had
stirring appeals to his fellow-citizens to enlist, finally
concluded to set the example and enlist himself.  He
was " blessed" with a physical infirmity which he sup.
posed would exempt him from military duty. Nevertheless, knowing this, he was bound to show his patriotsm, and signed his name to an enlistment paper.
The surgeon examined him and pronounced him " all
right-just the man for a soldier."  " What!" said the
astonished " patriot," " you don't mean to say I can
go?" " Certainly, sir."  " But," said he, " I have a
serious infirmity"-at the same time pointing it out to
the examiner. " Never mind that," said the heartless
surgeon, " you are all right; go and do your duty."
The last that was seen of this " patriotic" individual,
he was endeavoring to procure a substitute.
A geography seems to be badly wanted down South.
A letter from a sergeant in the 29th Massachusetts
Regiment, dated " Near Norfolk, Virginia, Camp Misery, Fifteen Miles from 'the Knowledge of God,' May
13th, 1862," says that Capt. Tripp's company was as
well as could be expected, considering their situation.
Every available article seems bound to go to lint,
just now. The oddest -instance of this that we have
heard of, however, was furnished last week by our
Milesian Reporter, who, on being asked for the loan of
his umbrella, said that it was Lint already.








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OLD ABE'S JOKES.
father Abraham's Boyhood, Pots and Kettles, Dutch Ovens, Frying
Pans, AEsops Fables, Rail-Splitting, &c., &o.
Abraham Lincoln was born in Hardin county, Kentucky,
in the year 1809. His parents were poor, and lived in a
log-house "' without a floor, furnished with four or five threelegged stools, pots, kettles, a spider, Dutch oven, and something that answered for a bed." They were both members
of the Baptist church, the mother being represented as a
whole-hearted Christian of godly example and precept.
She could read but could not write. The father was not
so highly endowed by nature as his wife, but was superior
in most respects to his neighbors. He could write his name
but could not read at all.
Abraham was seven years old when he was sent to
school, for the first time, to one Hazel, who came to live in
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in the region, and few of the people could read. But this
Hazel could read and write; but beyond this he made a
poor figure. For a small sum he taught a few children at
his house, and Abraham was one of the number. His
parents were so anxious that he should know how to read
and write, that they managed to save enough out of their
penury to send him to school a few weeks. They considered
Abraham a remarkable boy.
Every day he posted away with the old spelling-book to
Hazel's cabin, where he tried as hard to learn as any boy
who ever studied his Ab's. He carried his book home at
night and puzzled his active brain over what he had learned
during the day. He cared for nothing but his book. His
highest ambition was to learn to read as well as his mother
could. As she gathered the family, and read the bible to
them each day, and particularly as she read it upon the
Sabbath much of the time, he almost envied her the blessed
privilege of reading. He longed foi the day to come when
he could read aloud from that revered volume. Beyond
that privilege he did not look. To be able to read was
boon enough for him, without looking for anything be.
yond.
Young Abraham received the most excellent moral teach.
ings from his mother who was accustomed to read the Bible
gularly to her family.
Her reading was not confined to the Old Testament,
nor to the narrative portions of the Bible. She understood
the gospel because she had a Christian experience that was
marked. She was a firm, consistent disciple of the Lord
Jesus, and was qualified thereby to expound the scriptures.
The story of the Cross, as it is recorded in the 27th chap



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ter of Matthew, was read over at the fire-side, accom.
panied with many remarks that were suited to impress the
minds of her children.
The Ten Commandments were made an important matter in the Sabbath lessons, and Abraham was drilled in repeating them, were pressed upon his attention namely, (III)
'Thou shalt not take name of the Lord thy God in vain;
for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his
name in vain. (IV.) Remember the Sabbath day to keep
it holy.' (V.)  ' Honor thy father and thy mother, that
thy days may'be long upon the land which the Lord hath
giveth thee.' (IX.) 'Thou shalt not bear false witness
against thy neighbor.'
' In this way many Sabbaths of Abraham's boyhood were
spent, so that he became familiar with the Bible. For a
boy of his age, he was excelled by few in his acquaintance
with the Scriptures. The Bible, catechism, and the old
spelling-book named, being the only books in the family at
this time, as we have said, and there being no papers, either
religious or secular, tl.e Bible was read much more than it
would have been if other volumes had been possessed. It
was the first book that Abraham ever read-that same old
family Bible, kept very choice because their poverty
could not afford another. It was the only bible that his
mother ever possessed, her life treasure, to which she was
more indebted, and perhaps, also, her son Abraham, than
any other influence. It was certainly the light of her
dwelling, and the most powerful educator that ever entered
her family.
That same Bible is still in the possession of a relative iu
*ie state of Illinois




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When Abraham was about eight years old, his father,
preferring to live in a free State, sold his farm for a lot of
whiskey (most of which he lost in moving), and emigrated
te Spencer county, Indiana. Here, miles from any neighbor, he opened his new settlement and built himself a cabin,
almost the counterpart of the one they had left in Kentucky. About the end oJ their first year's residence in
Indiana, affliction came upon the household in the shape of
the death of Mrs. Lincoln. About this time, too, Abraham's literary treasures were enlarged by the acquisition
of the Pilgrim's Progress and dEsop's Fables.
He read it over and over until he could repeat almost
the entire contents of the volume. He was interested in
the moral lesson that each fable taught, and derived therefrom many valuable hints that he carried with him through
life. On the whole he spent more time over Jsop's Fables
than he did over Pilgrim's Progress, although he was really
charmed by the latter. But there was a practical turn to
the Fables that interested him, and he could easily recollect
the stories. Perhaps this early familiarity with this book
laid the foundations for that facility at apt story-telling
which has distinguished him from his youth. It is easy to
see how such a volume might beget and foster a taste in
this direction.
He was also so fortunate as to find a writing-master.
Abraham was awkward enough in the use of the pen at
first; but he soon overcame this difficulty, and exhibited
unusual judgment for a boy in the formation of letters.When he had learned how to form a letter, he practiced
upon it in various ways. With a bit of chalk he would
oat them on pieces of slabs and on the trunks of trees; and




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more than once the tops of the stools in the cabin and the
puncheon-table served him in lieu of a writing-book. His
father was too poor to provide him with all the paper necessary for his scribbling, and so he resorted to these various expedients. The end of a charred stick was used as
a pencil sometimes to accomplish his object, and it enabled
him to cut letters with considerable facility.
We have not space to follow Abraham during the course
of his life in Indiana. We pass on to the removal of the
family to Illinois and to the celebrated splitting of the
rails.
They accomplished the journey from Spencer county, Indiana, to Decatur, Illinois, in fifteen days. The spot selected for their home was on the north side of the Sangamon River, about 10 miles west of Decatur, a spot wisely
chosen, because it was at the junction of the timber and
prairie lands.
A log house was immediately erected, in the building of
which Abraham acted a conspicuous part. Ten acres of
prairie land were selected, and the sods were broken for a
crop of corn.
'That must be fenced at once,' said Abraham.
And you'll have to split the rails, if it is done,' replied
his father.,That I can do, as I am used to it; but I don't expect to
split rails for a living all my days.'
' I hope you won't have to. When we get things under
way, you can seek your fortin' somewhere else.'
I haven't made up my mind as to that. There will be'
time enough for that when the ten acres are fenced in.'
We shall have enough to do this summer to break up




OLD ABE'S JOKES,


and plant ten acres of corn, and take care of it, and fence
the lot. But who ever saw such land as this? The half
was not told us.' Mr. Lincoln was surprised at the richness of the lands; and, in all respects, he was pleased with
the change of residence.
'There can be no better farming land than this,' answered Abraham, 'and it ain't half the work to cultivate these
prairie lands. And I am just the hand to fence them, as I
have swung the axes so much.'
'Yes, you can do it better than I can, and a great deal
quicker; so you may go at it as soon as you please.'
Accordingly, Abraham proceeded to split the rails for
the ten acre lot. These are the rails about which so much 
was said in the late Presidential campaign. (Their existence,' says Mr. Scripps, ' was brought to the public attention during the sitting of the Republican State Convention,
at Decatur, on which occasion a banner, attached to two
of these rails, and bearing an appropriate inscription was
brought into the assemblage and formally presented to that
body, amid a scene of unparalleled enthusiasm. After that
they were in demand in every State of the Union in which
free labor is honored, where they were borne in processions
of the people, and hailed by hundreds of thousands of freemen, as a symbol of triumph, and as a glorious vindication
of freedom, and of the rights and the dignity of free labor.
These, however, were far from being the first or only rails
made by Lincoln. He was a practiced hand at the bylsiness. His first lessons were taken while yet a boy in In.
diana. Some of the rails made by him in that State have
been clearly identified. The writer has seen a cane, now
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acquaintances, from one of those rails split by his owD
hands in boyhood.'
Shortly after the removal to Illinois, Abraham left hih
home to look out tor himself. HIe found a comfortable
place with a family living near Petersburg, Menard county,
where., as was the case wherever he lived, he acquired the
esteem of all.
The young people who became acquainted with him gave
him their confidence without hesitation. They believed
him to be a conscientious, upright young man. For this
reason, they referred the settlement of dispute to him.
They had confidence in his judgmentas well as his honesty.
Different sorts of games were in vogue at that time, and
running matches and horse-racings, and if Abraham was
present, one party or the other was sure to make him their
judge. Two years later, while he was living inNew Salem,
he shared the confidence of all to such an extent that both
parties, in the aforesaid amusements, were wont to choose
him for their judge. In all cases. too, there was the utmost satisfaction shown in his decisions.
It was at this period of his life that he was christened
' Honest Abe.' It was so unusual for the same person to
act as judge fbr both of the contending parties, and it
was expressive of so much confidence in his character
that by common consent he came to be known as ' HONE8T
ABE.'
--— O —
Father Abraham a Disciple of "Father Matthew."
When Gen. Hooker was ordered to join Gen. Grant at
Chattanooga, the president advised him to avoid 'Bourbos'
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An Englishman's Portraits of Old Abe
' To say that he is ugly, is nothing; to add that his fig.
ure is grotesque, is to convey no adequate impression.Fancy a man six feet high, and then out of proportion;
with long bony arms and legs, which somehow seem to be
always in the way; with great rugged furrowed hands,
which grasp you like a vice when shaking yours; with a
long saaggy neck,    and a chest too narrow for the great
arms at its side. Add to this figure a head cocoa-nut
shaped and somewhat too small for such a stature, covered
with rough, uncombed and uncomable hair, that stands out
in every direction at once; a face furrowed, wrinkled and
indented, as though it had been scarred by vitrol; a high
narrow forehead; and sunk deep beneath bushy eyebrows,
two bright, dreamy eyes, that seem to gaze through you
without looking at you; a few irregular blotches of black
bristly hair, in the place where beard and whiskers ought
to grow; a close-set, thin-lipped, stern mouth, with two
rows of large white teeth, and a nose and ears which have
been taken by mistake from a head of twice the size. —
Clothe this figure, then, in a long, tight, badly-fitting suit
of black, creased, soiled and puckered up at every salient
point of the figure (and every point of this figure is salient)
put on large, ill-fitting boots, gloves too long for the long
bony fingers, and a fluffy hat, covered to the top with
dusty, puffy crape; and then add to this an air of strength,
physical as well as moral, and a strange look of dignity
coupled with all this grotesqueness; and you will have the
impression left upon me by Abraham Lincoln.'




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An Amerloan'e Portrait of Father Abraham.
In character and culture he is a fair representative of
the average American. His awkward speech and yet more
iwkward silence, his uncouth manners, self-taught and
partly forgotten, his style miscellaneous, concreted from
the best authors, like a reading book, and yet oftentimes
of Saxon force and classic purity; his argument, his logic
a joke; both unseasonable at times and irresistable always;
his questions answers, and his answers questions; his
guesses prophecies, and fulfillment ever beyond his promise; honest yet shrewd; simple yet retiscent; heavy yet
energetic; never despairing, never sangui:ie; careless in
forms, conscientious in essentials; never sacrificing a good
servant once trusted; never deserting a good principle
once adopted; not afraid of new ideas, nor despising old
ones; improving opportunities to confess mistakes, ready
to learn, getting at facts, doing nothing when he knows
not what to do; hesitating at nothing when.he sees the
right; lacking the recognized qualifications of a party
leader, and leading his party as no other man can; sustaining his political enemies in Missouri in their defeat,
sustaining his political friends in Maryland to their victory; conservative in his sympathies and radical in his acts,
Socratic in his style and Baconian in his method; his religion consisting in truthfulness, temperance: asking good
people to pray for him, and publicly acknowledging in
events the hand of God, yet he stands before you as the
type of Brother Jonathan,' a not perfect man and vat
more precious than fine gold.'




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The President In Society.
'On the occasion when the writer had the honoi of
meeting the President, the company was a small one, with
most of whom he was personally acquainted. He was
much at his ease. There was a look of depression about
his face, which was habitual to him even before his child's
death. It was strange to me to witness the perfect terms
of equality on which he appeared to be with everybody.
Occasionally some of his interlocutors called to himn: Mr.
President,' but the habit was to address him simply as: 'Sir.'
It was not, indeed, till we were introduced to him that
we were aware that the President was one of the company.
He talked little, and seemed to prefer others talking to
him to talking himself; but, when he spoke, his remarks
were always shrewd and sensible. You would never say
he was a gentleman; you would still less say he was not
one. There are some women about whom no one ever
thinks in connection with beauty one way or the other;
and there are men to whom the epithet of gentleman-like
or ungentleman-like appears utterly incongruous; and of
such Mr. Lincoln is one. Still there is about him an utter absence of pretension, and an evident desire to be courteous to everybody, which is the essence, if not the outward
form, of good breeding. There is a softness, too, about
his smile, and a sparkle of dry humor about his eye, which
redeem the expression of his face, and remind us more of
the late Dr. Arnold, as a child's recollection recalls him,
than of any face we can call to mind.
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we have met with, was unrestrained in the presence of
strangers, to a degreeperfectly astonishing. Any remarks
that we heard made, as to the present state of affiairs, we
do not feel at liberty to repeat, though really every public
man here appears not only to live in a glass house, but in
a reverberating gallery, and to be absolutely indifferent as
to who sees or hears him. Tnere are a few ' Lincolnisms,'
however, which we may fairly quote, and which will show
the style of his conversation. Some of the party began
smoking, and our host remarked, laughingly, The Presi;
dent has got no vices: he neither smokes nor drinks.' cThat
is a doubtful compliment,' answered the President 'I recollect once being outside a stage in Illinois, and a man
sitting by me offered me a cigar. I told him I had no
vices. He said nothing, smoked for some time, and then
grunted out, 'its my experience that folks who have no
vices have plaguy few virtues.' Again a gentleman present was telling how a friend of his had been driven away
from New Orleans as a Unionist, and how, on his expulsion, when he asked to see the writ by which he was expelled, the deputation which called on him told him that
the Government had made up their minds to do nothing illegal, and so they had issued no illegal writs, and simply
meant to make him go of his own free will.  Well,' said
Mr. Lincoln, 'that reminds me of a hotel keeper down at
St. Louis, who boasted he never had a death in his hotel,
for whenever a guest was dying in his house he carried him
out to die in the street.'




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Mr. Llncoln's Daily Life.
Mr. Lincoln is an early riser, and he thus is able to deo
vote two or three hours each morning to his voluminous
private correspondence, besides glancing at a city paper
At nine he breakfasts-then walks over to the war office,
to read such war telegrams as they give him, (occasionally?ome are withheld,) and to have a chat with General Halleck on the military situation, in which he takes a great interest. Returning to the white house, he goes through
with his morning's mail, in company with a private secretary, who makes a minute of the reply which he is to make
-and others the President retains, that he may answer
them himself. Every letter receives attention, and all
which are entitled to a reply receive one uo matter how
they are worded, or how inelegant the chirography may be.
Tuesday and Fridays are cabinet days, but on other
days visitors at the white house are requested to wait in
the anti-chamber, and send in their cards. Sometimes,
before the President has finished reading his mail Louis
will have a handful of pasteboard, and from the cards laid
before him Mr. Lincoln has visitors ushered in, giving precedence to acquaintances. Three or four hours do they
pour in, in rapid succession, nine out of ten asking offices,
and patiently does the president listen to their application
Care and anxiety have furrowed his ratherhomely features,
yet occasionally he is 'reminded of an anecdote' and good
humored glances beam from hiis clear, grey eyes, while his
ringing laugh shows that he is not 'used up' yet. The




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simple and natural manner in which he delivers his
thoughts makes him appear to those visiting him like ar.
earnest, affectionate friend. He makes little parade o,
his legal science, and rarely indulges in speculative propo.
sitions, but states his ideas in plain Angle-saxon, illumina.
ted by many lively images and pleasing allusions, which
seem to flow as if in obedience to a resistless impulse of
his nature. Some newspaper admirer attempts to deny
that the President tells stories. Why, it is rarely that any
one is in his company for fifteen minutes without hearing a
good tale, appropriate to the subject talked about. Many
a metaphysical argument does he demolish by simply telling
an anecdote, which exactly overturns the verbal structure.
About four o'clock the President declines seeing any
more company, and often accompanies his wife in her carriage to take a drive. He is fond of horseback exercise,
and when passing the summers' home used generally to go
in the saddle. The President dines at six, and it is rarl
that some personal friends do not grace the round dining
table where he throws off the cares of office, and reminds
those who have been in Kentucky of the old school gentle
man who used to dispense generous hospitality there.From the dinner table the party retire to the crimson drawing room, where coffee is served, and where the President
passes the evening, unless some digaitary has a special interview. Such is the almost unvarying daily life of Abra..
ham Lincoln, whose administration will rank next in im,
portance to that of Washington in our national annals.'




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Personal Habits of the President,
Those who know the habits of President Lincoln are
not surprised to hear of his personal visit to some general
nor would any such be astonished to know that he was in
New York at any time. If he wanted to see anything or
anybody, he would be as likely to come on as to send. He
has an orbit of his own, and no one can tell where he will
be or what he will do, from anything done yesterday. If
he wants a newspaper he is quite as likely to go out and
ret it as he is to send after it. If he want's to see the Secretary of State, he generally goes out and makes a call.,
retary of State, he generally goes out and makes a call. —
At night, from ten to twelve, he usually makes a tour all
around-now at Seward's and then at Halleck's; and if
Burnside was nearer, he would see him each night before
he went to bed. Those who know his habits and want to
see him late at night, follow him round from place to place,
and the last search generally brings him up at Gen. Halleck's, as he can get the latest army intelligence there. —
Whoever else is asleep or indolent the President is wide
awake and around.
Beneath all the playfulness of his mind burns a solemn
earnestness of patriotism; amid his prudence a great courage; in all his gentleness and compliance a determined
grasp of the reins, and a firmness not inferior to Genera]
Jackson's, though without its passion and caprice. He is
a wise, true, sagacious, earnest and formidable leader.'




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m


Several Little Stories,
YT AND ABOUT PRESIDENT LINCOLN.
'It would be hardly necessary to inform the nation that
our President, in the midst of the anxieties of a state o
war that continually torture his mind, is wont to find occasional relief in an appropriate anecdote or well-turned
jest.
No man, says Mrs. Stowe, has suffered more and deeper,
albeit with a dry, weary, patient pain, that seemed to some
like insensibility, than President Lincoln. ' Whichever
way it ends,' he said to the writer., (I have the impression
that I shan't last much longer after it is over.'
After the dreadful repulse of Fredericksburg, he is reported to have said: 4 If there is a man out of Hell that
suffers more than I do, I pity him.' In those dark days
his heavy eyes and worn and weary air told how our reverses wore upon him, and yet there was a never-failing
fund of patience at the bottom, that sometimes rose to the
surface in some droll, quaint saying or story, that forced a
laugh even from himself.
Old Abe Consulting the Spirits.
A  Washington correspondent of the Boston Saturdas
vening Gazette, gives the following account of a spiritual
manifestation at the White House:
' A few evenings since Abraham Lincoln, the President
of the United States, was induced to give a Spiritual soiree
in the crimson room at the White THouse, to test the won.




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derful alleged supernatural powers of Mr. Charles E.
Shockle. It was my good fortune as a friend of the mediurn to be present, the party consisting of the President,
Mrs. Lincoln, Mr. Welles, Mr. Stanton, Mr. L., of New
York, and Mr. F., of Philadelphia. We took our seats in
tlie circle about eight o'clock, but the President was called
away shortly after the manifestations commenced, and the
spirits, which had apparently assembled to convince him of
their power, gave visible tokens of their displeasure at
the President's absence, by pinching Mr. Stanton's ears
and twitching Mr. Welles' beard. The President soon returned, but it was some time before harmony was restored,
for the mishaps to the Secretaries caused such bursts of
laughter, that the influence was very unpropitious. For
some half hour the demonstrations were of a physical character-tables were moved, and a picture of Henry Clay,
which hangs on the wall, was swayed more than a foot, and
two candelab.-as, presented by the Dey of Algiers to President Adams, were twice raised nearly to the ceiling.
It was nearly nine o'clock before Shockle was fully under
spiritual influence, and so powerful were the subsequent
aanifestations that twice during the evening restoratives
were applied, for he was much weakened, and though I
took no notes, I shall endeavor to give you as faithful an
account as possible of what took place.
Loud rappings about nine o'clock were heard directly
beneath the President's feet, and Mr. Shockle stated that
an Indian desired to communicate., Well, sir,' said the President, I should be happy to
hear what his Indian majesty has to say. We have recently had a visitation from our red brethren, and it was the




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only delegation, black, white or blue, which did not volun.
teer some advice about the conduct of the war.'
The medium then called for pencil and paper, and they
were laid upon the table in sight of all.  A handkerchief
was then taken from Mr. Stanton, and the materials were
carefully concealed from sight. In less space of time than
it has required me to write this, knocks were heard, and
the paper was uncovered. To the surprise of all present,
it read as follows:
1" Haste makes waste, but delays cause vexations. Give
vitality by energy.  Use every means to subdue. Proclamations are useless. Make a bold front and fight the enemy,
leave traitors at home to the care of the loyal men. Less
note of preparation, less parade and policy-talk and more
action.                           HENRY KNOX."
'That is not Indian talk, Mr. Shockle,' said the President. ' Who is Henry Knox?'
1 suggested t tthe medium to ask who General Knox
was, and before the words were from my lips, the medium
spoke in a strange voice, ' The first Secretary of War.'
'Oh, yes, General Knox,' said the President, who turning to the Secretary, said, Stanton, that message is for
you —it is from your predecessor.'
Mr. Stanton made no reply.
' I should like to ask General Knox,' said the President,
if it is within the scope of his ability to tcll us when this
rebellion will be put dorn.'
In the same manner as before this message was received:
' Washington, Lafayette, Franklin, Wilberforce, Napoleon and myself have held frequent consultations upon this




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point. There is something which our spiritual eyes cannot
detect which prevents rapid consummation of plans which
appear well formed. Evil has come at times by removal
of men from high positions, and there are those in retirement whose abilities should be made useful to hasten the
end.  Napoleon says concentrate your forces upon one
point, Lafayette thinks that the rebellion will die of exhaustion, Franklin sees the end approaching as the South
must give up for want of mechanical ability to compete
against Northern mechanics, Wilberforce sees hope onlyis
a negro army.                            KNOX.'
' Well,' exclaimed the President, ' opinions differ among
the saints as well as among the sinners. They don't seem
to understand running the machine among the celestials
much better than we do. Their talk and advice sound very
much like the talk of my cabinet-don't you think so Mr.
Welles?'
( Well, I don't know-I will think the matter over and
see what conclusions I arrive at.'
Heavy raps were heard and the alphabet was called for
when ' That's what's the matter' was spelled out.
There was a shout of laughter, and Mr. Welles stroked
his beard.
That means, Mr. Welles,' said the President, that you
are apt to be long-winded, and think the nearest way home
is the longest round. Short cuts in war times. I wish
the spirits would tell us how to catch the Alabama.'
The lights which had been partially lowered almost instantaneously become so dim that I could not see sufficiently to distinguish the features of any one in the room, and
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the most beautiful though supernatural picture eye ever be,
held. It represented a sea-view, the Alabama with all
steam up flying from the pursuit of another large steamer.
Two merchantmen in the distance were seen partially des.
troyed by fire. The picture changed and the Alabama was
seen at anchor under the shadow of an English fort-from
which an English flag was flying. The Alabama was
floating idly, not a soul on board, and no signs of life vir
ible about her.
The picture vanished and in letters of purple appeared,
'The English PEOPLE demand this of Englaud's ARISTOCRACY.'
' So England is to seize the Alabama finally?' said the
President. 'It may be possible, but Mr. Welles, don't
let one gunboat or one monitor less be built.'
The spirits again called for the alphabet, and again
(That's what's the matter' was spelt out.
I see, I see,' said the President. 'Mother England
thinks that what's sauce for the goose may be sauce for
the gander. It may be tit, tat, too hereafter But it is
not very complimentary to our Navy anyhow.'
' We've done our best, Mr. President,' said Mr. Welles
'I'm maturing a plan, which, when perfected, I think if it
works well, will be a perfect trap for the Alabama.', Well, Mr. Shockle,' remarked the President, (I have
seen strange things and heard rather odd remarks but
nothing which convinces me, except the pictures, that there
is anything very heavenly about all this. I should like
if possible, to hear what Judge Douglas says about this
war.'
'I'll try to get his spirit. Raid Mr. Shockle, 'but it




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sometimes happens, as it did to-night in the case of the
Indian, that though first impressed by one spirit, I yield
to another more powerful. If perfect silence is maintained, I will see if we cannot induce General Knox to send
for Mr. Douglas.'
Three raps were given, signifying assent to the proposition.  Perfect silence was maintained, and after an interval of perhaps three minutes, Mr. Shockle rose quickly
from his chair and stood behind it, resting his left arm on
the back, his right thrust into his bosom. In a voice such m
as no one could mistake who had ever heard Mr. Douglas,
he spoke. I shall not pretend to quote the language. It
was eloquent and choice. He urged the President to throw
aside all advisers who hesitated about the policy to be pursued, and to listen to the wishes of the people, who would
sustain him at all points, if his aim was, as he believed it
was, to restore the Union. He said there were purrs and
Blenderhassetts still living, but that they would wither
before the popular approval, which would follow one or
two victories, such as he thought must take place ere long.
The turning point in this war will be the proper use of
these victories; if wicked men in the first hours of success think it time to devote their attention to party, the
war will be prolonged, but if victory is followed up by
energetic action all will be well.
'I believe that,' said the President, ' whether it comes
from spirit or human.'
Mr. Shockle was much prostrated after this, and at Mrs
Lincoln's request it was thought best to adjourn the seance
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"Too Cussed Dirty."
The following story is often told of Father Abraham
about two contrabands, servants of General Kelly and
Capt. George Harrison. When the General and his staff
were on their way up the mountains they stopped at a
little village to get something to eat. They persuaded
the occupant of the farm-house to cook them a meal, and
in order to expedite matters, sent the two contrabands
mentioned to assist in preparing the repast. After it was
over the General told the negroes to help themselves.
An hour or two afterward he observed them  gnawing
away at some hard crackers and flitch.
'Why didn't you eat your dinner at the village?'
asked the General of one of them.
' Well, to tell the God's trufe, General, it woe too cus.
sed dirty!' was the reply.
-— o0 ---Old Abe on Bayonets.
~You can't do anything with them Southern fellows,
the old gentleman at the table was saying. ' If they get
whipped they'll retreat to them Southern swamps aud
bayous along with the fishes and crocodiles. You haven't
got the fish-nets made that'll catch 'em.' 'Look here, old
gentleman!' screamed old Abe, who was sitting aong side
' We've got just the nets for traitors, in the bayous or
anywhere.  * Hey?-what nets?'  c Bayou.nets?' and
Abraham pointed his joke with a fork, spearing a fishball
savagely.




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Old Abe as a Mathematician.
Mr. Lincoln has a very effective way sometimes of deal.
ing with men who trouble him with questions. Somebody
asked him how many men the rebels had in the field. He
replied very seriously, 'Twelve hundred thousand, according to the best authority.' The interrogator blanched in
the face, and ejaculated  My God!' 'Yes, sir, twelve
hundred thousand —no doubt of it. You see, all of our
Generals, when they get whipped, say the enemy outnumbers them from three or five to one, and I must believe
them. We have four hundred thousand men in the field,
and three times four make twelve. Don't you see it?'
The inquisitive man looked for his hat soon after 'seeing
it'. --- —--
Father Abe on the Wooden-legged Amateur.
Old Abe, once reminded of the enormous cost of the
war, remarked. ah, yes! that reminds me of a wooden
legged amateur who happened to be with a Virginia skirmishing party when a shell burst near him, smashing his
artificial limb to bits, and sending a piece of iron through
the calf of a soldier near him. The soldier (grinned and
bore it' like a man, while the amateur was loud and emphatic in his lamentation. Being rebuked by the wounded soldier, he replied: Oh, yes; its all well enough for
you to bear it. Your leg didn't cost you anything, and
will heal up; out I paid two hundred dollars for mine I'




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Lincoln Teaching the Soldier's How to Surrender arms.
As the members of one of our volunteer companies were
being practiced in the musket-drill, a gentleman, who,
although not of the corps, was acting as Lieutenant for
the day, said: I will teach you tie manner of surrendering arms, so in case you ever have to do it, you will know
how to do it gracefully.' Mr. Lincoln standing near, immediately responded: (Hold on, Lieutenant; I'll teach
them that myself.' He seized a musket from a soldier
standing near, and raised it to his shoulder a moment, as
if in the act of firing upon an enemy; then letting it drop
from his hand, he imitated the action of a man shot
through the heart, staggered heavily forward, and fell
upon the piece. He sprang up again in a moment and
cried; That's the way to surrender arms!' A tremendous shout broke from the ranks. 'That's the kind we
learn-surrender and die at the same time; never mind
the grace of it. And the 'grace of it' was discarded.'
-0-o ---
Abe's Curiosity.
Father Abraham says he lately discovered in an old
drawer which had not been opened for years, a remarkable silver coin, which had on one side a head with the
word 'Liberty' surrounded by thirteen stars, and the date
1860. On the opposite was an eagle with the motto
E Pluribus Unum,' the words United States of America,' and the figures 10lc!




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Lincoln Agreeably Disappointed.
MVr. Lincoln, as the highest pnblic officer of the nationD
is nocossa ril lv very inuch bored bw all sorts of people call-.\nl Oficer of' the Government called one day at the
'~ Ilit4' [loue, amid introdulced a clerical friend.  M~r
Presidernt.' said he, ' allow mie to present to you my friend
the R~ev Mr. F. of —.    Mr. F. has expressed a desire
to see y-ou and have some conversation with yen, and I am
happyj to be the means of introducing him.' The Presidenit shiook handb with Mr. F., and desiring him to be
seated took a seat himself. Then-his countenance having assumed an;Lir of patient waiting —he said — I am
now ready to bear what you have to say.' '0, bless you,
sir,' said Mr. F., c I have nothingr especially to say, I mere-,y called to pay my resp~ects to you, and, as one of' the
millioni, to assure you ofimy hearty sympathy ard support.?
Mty dear sir,' said time P~residenmt, rising promptly- his
face showving instant relief, and with both hands grias.jming
that of hs visitor, I'I amn very glad to see you, indeed. 1
th~ought you had come to preach to me!'
Secesh Lady.
A Secesh lady of Alexandria, who was ordered away
into Dixie by the Government, destroyed all her furniture
and cut down her trees, so that the ' cursed Yankees' should
not enjoy them. Lincoln hearing of this, the order was
countermanded, and she returned to see in her broken
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45


ONE OF ABE'S LAST.-' I can't say for certain who will
be the people's choice for President, but to the best of my
belief it will be the successful candidate.'
The following, although not belonging to Father Abe
is not so bad:
Gen. Hindman's mode of financiering.
Gen. Iindman, had resolved to go into the neiglhboring
State of Arkansas, deterniinied to raise a forced loan of
one million dollars from the banks of IMernphis, four in
nunmbc. None of the moneyed inlal)itants gave very
cheerful accord to the demand. The President of one of
them hesitated some time, and finally told the General that
he could not accommodate him.
'I must have it,' said the general.
' By what authority do you demand it?' asked the bank
president.
'By the authority of the sword,' replied Hindman.
' Of course I cannot resist that,' said the financial man
'I should think not,' responded the rebel commander.
And so it turned out. The money was taken out of the
bank vaults by a party of rebel soldiers detailed by Iindman for that purpose.
'I feel patriotic,' said an old rowdy. 'What do you
mean by feeling patriotic?' inquired the President, who
was standing by. ' Why, I feel as if I wanted to kill
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ties felt the same kind of patriotism on the Fourth of
July; and as they didn't like to venture upon killing any
body; they stole the trains of the Louisville and Nashville Rairoad.
Old Abe's story of New Jersey.
One terribly stormy night in bleak December, a United
States vessel was wrecked off the coast of Jersey, and
every soul save one, went down with the doomed craft.
This one survivor seized a floating spar and was washed
toward the shore, while innumerable kind-hearted tools
of the Camden and Amboy railroad clustered on the beach
with boats and ropes. Slowly the unhappy mariner drifted to land and as he exhaustedly caught at the rope
thrown to him, the kindly natives uttered an encouraging
cheer.  You are saved:' they shouted. ' You are saved,
and must show the conductor your ticket!' With the sea
still boiling about him, the drowning stranger resisted the
efforts to haul him ashore. 'Stop!' said he, in faint
tones ' tell me where I am! What country is this?' They
answered 'New Jersey.' Scarcely had the name been uttered when the wretched stranger let go the rope, ejaculating, as he did so, I guess I'll float a little farther!
Swearing a Contraband.
The President often tells the following, which may be
considered rich. Company K, of the first Iowa Cavalry,
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47


were being propounded to him, when a corporal advanced
observing,-' See here, Dixie, before you can enter the
service of the United States you must be sworn.'
Yes, massa, I do dat,' he replied; when the corporal
continued:
' Well then, take hold of the Bible,' holding out a letter
envelope, upon which was delineated the Goddess of Liberty, standing on a Suffolk pig, wearing the emblem of
our country. The negro grasped the envelope cautiously
with his thumb and finger, when the corporal proceeded
to administer the oath by saying:
' You do solemnly swear that you will support the Constitution of the United States, and see that there are no
grounds floating upon the coffee at all times.'
' Yes, massa - do dat,' he replied; ' I allers settle him
in de coffep-:ot.'
HeA he let go the envelope to gesticulate by a downward thrust of his forefinger the direction that would be
given to the coffee grounds for the future.
' Never mind how you do it,' shouted the corporal, 'but
hold on to the Bible.'
Lordy massa, I forgot,' said the negro, as he darted
forward and grasped the envelope with a firmer clutch,
when the corporal continued:
' And you do solemnly swear that you will support the
Constitution of all loyal States, and not spit upon the
plates when cleaning them, or wipe them with your shirt.
sleeves.'
Here a frown lowered upon the brow of the negro, his
eyes expanded to their largest dimensions, while his lips
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'Lordy, massa, I never do dat. I allers washes him
(ice.  Ole missus mighty 'ticler 'bout dat.'
'Never mind ole missus,' shouted the corporal, as hf
resumed: ( and do you solemnly swear that you will put
milk into the coflee every morning, and see that the ham
and eggs are not cooked too much or too little.'
Yes, I do dat, I'se a good cook.'
* And lastly,' continued the corporal, 'you do solemnly
swear that when this war is over you'll make tracks for
Africa mighty fast.'
' Yes, massa, 1 do dat. I allers wanted to go to Cheecargo
Here the regimental drum beat up for dress parade,
when Tom Benton-that being his name-was declared
duly sworn in and commissioned as chief-cook in Company
K. of the first Iowa Cavalry..The Jeff Davis Confederacy is getting so hard up for
troops, that it has commenced the seizure of tobacco-chew
en, in order to secure their old soldiers.'
Lincoln and Col. Weller.
Weller was at Washington settling his accounts as
Minister to Mexico. After their adjustment, he concludec
to pay his respects to Mr. Lincoln, with whom he had
served in Congress. He dalled at the Presidential man.
sion, anl was courteously received.  Mr. President,' said
Colonel Weller, * I have called on you to say that I 'most
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and will stand by you as long as you prosecute the war for
the preservation of the Union and the Constitution.'Colonel Weller,' said the President, 'I am heartily glad
to hear you say this.' 'Yes, Mr. President,' said Weller,
I desire an appointment to aid in this work.' ( What do
you want, Colonel?' asked Abraham. 'I desire to be appointed Commodore in the Navy,' said Weller. The President repled: 'Colonel, I did not think you had any experience as a sailor.'  I never had, Mr. President,' said
Weller; ' but, judging from the Brigadier-Generals you
have appointed in Ohio, the less experience a man has, the
higher position he attains.' Lincoln turned off with a
hearty laugh, and said: I owe you one, Colonel!'
Mrs. Lincoln's Bonnet
'Burleigh,' 'gets off' the following gossip about a bonnet for Mrs. Lincoln:
About the same number of cities that contended" For Homer dead,
Through which the living Homer begged his bread."
are contending for the honor of furnishing a hat for the
head that reclines on Abraham's bosom. In New York,
from Canal street to Fourteenth, from Philadelphia to
Bangor, can be seen on exhibition a ' Bonnet for Mrs.
President Lincoln.'  These establishments send on andnotify Mrs. L. that they have a love of a bonnet, which
they are desirous to present to her as a testimonial of their
loyalty and great regard for her personall,. The amiable
and kind-hearted lady of the White House (for such she is)
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Hat,' is on exhibition, and crowds flock to see it. And
such a hat! a condensed milliner's stock in trade, arched
high enough to admit a canal boat under it, scalloped,
fluted and plaited, loaded with bugles, birds of Paradise,
French lace and gewgaws-known by name only to the
trade, black and white crape, with a mingling of ribbons
of all hues, and as many contradictions as there are in a
glass of punch. A fit capstone to the cranium of a Madge
Wildfire.' Mrs. Lincoln may wear all these bonnets, but
judging from the specimen I saw, 'uneasy lies the head that
wears'-such a bonnet.
Honest Abe's Replies.
Old Abe being asked what he had done for his country,
sade the following reply:
1st. I confiscated their cotton, but in return gave them
' Wool.'
2d. I have exercised a; Foster-ing' care over North
Carolina.
3d. I gave them a  Pope' to control their misguided
Zeal.
4th. Notwithstanding the financial condition of their
country, I established 'Banks' in New Orleans.
5th. I furnished them with a 'Butler' and 'Porter.'
6th. When the slaves in South Carolina fled from their
masters, I sent them a Hunter,' who found them by hundreds.
7th. When they invaded Pennsylvania to reap a harvest, I furnished the ' Sickles' and gave them ' Meade' to
cool their heated blood.




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dI


The Presidential Hymn of Thanks.
Miles O'Rielly, the soldier who was arrested on Morrb
Island, S. C., for making poetry, and pardoned by the
President, in response to a witty poetical petition, has sent
a hymn of thanks to the President, beginning:
", Long life to you, Misther Lincoln;
May you die both late and aisy;
An' whin you lie wid the top of aich toe
Turned up to the roots of a daisy,
May this be youi epitaph, nately writ:, Though thraitors abused him vilely,
He was hoiest an' kindly, he loved a joke,
An' he pardoned Myles O'Rielly."'
What Old Abe says of Tennessee,
It is a fertile country, and the people are putting in
crops after a fashion, and under dificulties. He asked 8
lady from there not long ago,
Will you make a crop of cotton this year P
I am going to try.'
How many hands have you got?
'One woman.'
'It struck me, says Abe, that a crop of cotton 'made ' by
one female citizen of African descent would not be what i
generally nominated a (BIG THING.




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A Patriotlo (?) Darkey.
Our President also tells the following story:
Upon the hurricane deck of one of our gutlbotU, ax
elderly darkey, with a very philosophical and retrospec
tive cast of countenance, squatted upon his bundle, toast.
ing his shins against the chimney and apparently plunged
into a state of profound meditation. Finding upon inquiry
that he belonged to the Ninth Illinois, one of the most gallantly behaved and heavy losing regiments at the,Fort
Donelson battle, and part of which was aboard, began to
interrogate him upon the subject:
Were you in the fight?'
Had a little taste of it' sa.'
'Stood your ground, did youP
No, sa, I runs.'
' Run at the first fire, did you '
'Yes, sa, and would hab run soona, had I knowd h
war comin.'
(Why, that wasn't very creditable to your.ourage.'
'Dat isn't my line, sa-cookin's my profesi un.'
' Well, but have you no regard for your rel utation?'
' Reputation's nufin to me by de side ob life.'
Do you consider your life worth more than other peo.
ple's?'
' It's worth more to me, sa.'
' Then you must value it very highly r
' Yes, sa, I does, more dan all dis wuld, more dan a millan ob dollars sa. for what would dat be wuth to a mm




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Wid de bref out obhim? Self-preserbation am de fust law
wid me.'
' But why should you act upon a different rule from other
men?'
'Because different men set different values upon their
lives; mine is not in de market.'
" But if you lost it, you would have the satisfaction os
knowing that you died for your country.'
' What satifaction would dat be to to me when de power
of feelin' was gone?'
'Then patriotism and honor are nothing to you?'
'Nufin whatever, sa-I regard them as among the vani
ties.'
' If our soldiers were like you, traitors might have broker
up the government without resistance.'
'Yes, sa, dar would hab been no help for it. I wouldnt
put my life in de scale 'ginst any gobernment dat eber existed, for no gobernment could replace de loss to me.'
' Do you think any of your company would have missed
you if you had been killed?'
' Maybe not, sa- a dead white man ain't much to dese
sogers, let alone a dead nigga —but I'd a missed myself
and dat was de pint wid me.'
-0 --- —
Old Abe a Coward.
If Lincoln should be renominated for the Presidency,
why would he be a cowardly antagonist? Because he
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Abraham Advisesthe "Springs."
It is stated that Old Abe being much disgusted at the
crowd of officers who some time ago used to loiter about
the Washington hotels, and he is reported to have remarked to a member of Congress: s" These fellows and the Congressmen do vex me sorely, they should certainly visit the
'Springs.'
Lincoln 'Motalio Ring.'
The new fractional notes have upon the face a faint oval
ring of bronze encircling the vignette.  Upon being asked
its use, Mr. Lincoln said: ' It was a faint attempt on the
part of Mr. Chase to give the currency a metalic ring.'
0 --- —--
Abe tells the following story about a drunken captain
who met a private of his company in the same condition.
The captain ordered him to 'halt,' and endeavoring in vain
to assume a firm position on his feet, and to talk with dignified severity, exclaimed: 'Private Smith, I'll give you
t'l )hic) four o'clock to gissober in." ' Cap'n,' replied the
scldier, 'as you'r (hie) -  sight drunkerniam, I'll give
you 'l five o'clock to gissober in.'
0
Old Abe tells the following anecdote of a prisoner, a
Union soldier, a droll-looking fellow. I accosted him
with, ( Well, my fine fellow, what are you in here for '




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' For taking something,' he replied. 'What do you mean?'
'Why,' said lie, 'one morning I did not feel very well, and
went to see the surgeon. He was busy writing at the
time, and when I went in he looked at me, saying, ' Well,
you do look bad; you had better take something,' He
then went on with his writing, and left me standing behind him. I looked around, and saw nothing I could take
except his watch, and I took that. That's what I am in
here for.'
A Good Word for Mr. Lincoln.
It is some amends for the ridicule which has been unsparingly heaped by certain presses upon Mr. Lincoln,
that the London Spectator, one of the most intelligent and
most respectable journals in Europe, finds occasion foi the
following words about him:
'Mr. Lincoln has been treatedL as few governors have
ever been treated, and although he may not always have
risen fully to the level of a great emergency, he has seldom failed to display a noble impartiality, a great firm.
ness of purpose, and a sagacious, if somewhat utilitarian
judgment. We believe a juster man never held the rein
of government'
0 ---Sinecure vs Water-cure.
The private secretary of the President is a wag. A
young man decidedly inebriated, walked into the execu.
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What do you want with him?' inquired the Secretary.
(Oh, I want an office with a good salary-a sinecure.'
' Well,' replied the Secretary, * I can tell you some.
thing better for you than a sinecure-you had better try
water cure.'
A new idea seemed to strike the young inebriate and
he vamosed.
The Negro In a Hogshead.
Abe often laughs over the following:
A curious incident, which escaped general attention at
the time of its occurrence, happened at police headquarters during the riot.  While President Acton was giving
some final orders to a squad of men who were just leaving
to combat the crowd in First avenue, a wagon containing
a hogshead was driven rapidly up to the Mullerry street
door, by a lad who appeared much excited and almost
breathless.
' What have you there, my lad?' said the President.
' Supplies for your men,' was the answer.
' What are they?'
It is an assorted lot, sir; but the people says it's contraband.'
Being- exceedingly busy, the President ordered the wagon to be driven round to the Mott street entrance, where
an officer was sent to look after the goods. When the
waglon arrived the officers were about to tip the cask out,
but where prevented by the boy, who exclaimed:
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brought, and the little fellow set to work unheading the
cask, and as he did so the officers were astonished to see
two full grown negroes snugly packed inside. Upon being
assured by the lad that they were safe they raised their
heads. took a long snuff of fresh air, and exclaimed, 'Brest
de Lord!'
The hoy stated that the rioters had chased the poor unfortunates into the rear of some houses on the west side of
the town, and that they had escaped by scaling a fence
and landing in a grocer's yard; that the grocer was
friendly to them, but feared his place might be sacked if
they were found there. He accordingly hit upon this
novel plan of getting them out, and while he kept watch
in front the boy coopered the negroes up. The cask was
then rolled out like a hogsheal of sugar, placed in the
wagon and driven off to Mulberry street. The colored
heroes of this adventure may still be found at police headquarters, thankful to the ilngenuity and daring of those
who suggested and carried out this singular method of saving them from violence.'
Mr. Lincoln's Kind-Hleartedness.
'An incident connected with Mr. Shultz illustrates the
kind-heartedness of Mr. Lincoln  On Iiis return from his
former imprisonment, on parole, young Slhultz was sent to
Camp Parole, at Alexandria.   llavil hiad no Ilurlough
since the war, efforts were made, without success, to get
him liberty to pay a brief visit to his friends; but having
faith in the warm-heartedness of the President, the young
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that he had been in nearly every battle fought by the army
of the Potomac, had never asked a furlough, was now a
paroled prisoner, and in consequence unable to perform
active duties, that two of his brothers had also served in
the army, and asking that he be allowed to visit home,
that she might see him once more. Her trust in the President was not unfounded. He immediately caused a fur.
lough to be given to her son, who, shortly before he was
exchanged, visited his family, to their great surprise and
joy.
"Dat's what Skeered 'em so bad!"
Says Lincoln, 'We were passing along the wharves a
few days ago, wondering at the amount of business that
was there transacted. While standing observing a cargo
of horses being transferred from a vessel to the shore, an
'old contraband' appeared at our elbow, touching his fur
hat, and scraping an enormous foot. He opened his bat.
tery upon us with the following:
( Well, boss, how is yer?'
'Pretty well, daddy; how are you?'
' I'se fuss rate, I is  B'long to Old Burnemside's boys,
does yer?'
Yes, I belong to that party.  Great boys, ain't they?'
' Well I thought yer b'longed to dat party. Great man,
he is, dat's sartm. Yes, sir. Wewaited and waited; we
heard yer was coming' but we mos guv yer up. 'Deed we
jest did; but one mornin' we heard de big guns, way down
ribber, go bang, bang, bang, and de folks round yer began
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Den bress de good Lord, we knowed yer was coming, but
we held our jaw. Bymeby de sojers begun to cut dar
stick, too, and dey did trabble! Goramity, 'pears de)
made de dirt fly! Ya, ha!'
Why, were they scared so bad?'
'De sogers didn't skeer um so much as dem black boats.
Kase, yer see, de sojers shot solid balls, and dey not mind
dem so much; but when dem boats say b-o-o-m, dey
knowd de rotten balls was comin, and they skeeted quickern a streak of litenin.'
'What! rotten balls did the boats throw at them?'
' Dont yer know? What, dem balls dat are bad, dar
rotten; fly all to bits-'deed does dey-play de very debbil wid yer. No dodgin' dem dere balls: 'kase yar dunno whare dey f.y too-strike yah and fly yandah; dat's
what skeered 'em so bad!'
' Well, what are you going to do when the war's over?'
'Dunno, 'praps I goes Noff wid dis crowd. Pretty
much so, I guess. 'Pears ter me dis child had better be
movin''
The Darned Thing.
' The following was told of a soldier wounded by a shell
from Fort Wagner. He was going to the rear with a
mutilated arm.
' Wounded by a shell?' he was asked.
'Yes' he coolly answered, 'I was right undei the darned thing when the bottom droDped out.'




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I he President shaking hands with Wounded Rebels.
A correspondent, who was with the President on the
occasion of his recent visit to Frederick, Md., tells the
following incident:
'After leaving Gen. Richardson, the party passed t
house in which was a large number of confederate wound.
ed. By request of the President, the party alighted and
entered the building. Mr. Lincoln, after looking, remarked to the woundedl confederates that if they had no
objection he would be pleased to take them by the hand
He said the solemn obligations which we owe to our country and posterity compel the prosecution of this war, and
it followed that many were our enemies through uncontrollable circumstances and he bore them no malice, and
could take them by the hand with sympathy and good feeling.  After a slort silence tile confederates came forward,
and each silently but fervently shook the hand of the
President. Mr. Lincoln and Gen. McClellan then walked
forward by the side of tllose who were woulnded too
severely to be able to arise, and bid tlhei to be of' grood
cheer; assuring them tlat every pos-ibl)e care should be
bestowed upon them to ameliorate their condition.  It
was a moving scene, and there was not a dry eye in the
building, eitlier among the nationals or confederates.
Both the President and Gen. McClellan were kind in
tlheir remarks and treatment of the rebel sufferers daring
this remarkable interview.'




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Pedlar made to swallow his own Plew.
We have read frequent allusions to the rough points in
the character of General Nelson, who has succeeded, we
believe, to the command of Gen. Mitchell's division. The
following account of one of his performances sounds so
much like other things alleged of him, that we suspect it
may be accounted at least half true, and may not be out
of place in Old Abe's Jokes:
Gen. Nelson, the commander of our division, occasionally comes dashing through camp, bestowing a gratuitious
cursing to some offender and is off like a shot. He is a
great, rough, profane old fellow —has followed the seas
many years. He has a plain, good, old fashioned fireplace kindness about him that is always shown to those
that do their duty. But offenders meet with no mercy at
his hands. The General hates pedlars. There are many
that come about the camp selling hoe-cakes, pies, milk,
&c., at exorbitant prices. Cracker-fed-soldiers are free
with their monev; they will pay ten times the value of an
article if they want it. The other day the General came
across a pedlar selling something that he called pies, not
the delicious kind of pies that our Northern mothers make
-the very thought of which even now makes me home
sick-but an indigestible combination of flattened dough
and wolly peaches, minus sugar, minus spice, minus everything that is good-any of which the General swore
would kill a hyena deader than the devil. ' What do
you charge for those pies?' belched out the General.
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ipiece. for pies,' roared the General. ' Now, you infernal
swindling pirate,' roared he, letting fly one of his great
rifled oaths, that fairly made the ellow tremble, 'I want
you to go to work and cram every one of those pies down
you as quick as the Lord will let you. Double quick, you
villain.' Expostulations, appeals, or promises were of no
avail, and the pedlar was forced, to the great amusement
of the soldiers, to down half a dozen of his own pies-all
he had left. 'Now,' said the General to the fellow, after
he had finished his repast, and stood looking as death-like
as the certain doctor that was forced to swallow his own
medicine — leave, and if ever I catch you back here
again, swindling my men, I'll hang you.' The man doparted.
~      -       X
Old Abe occasionally Browses Around.
A party of gentlemen, among whom was a doctor of divinity of great comeliness of manner called at the White
House, to pay their respects to the President. On in iuiring for that dignitary, the servant informed them that the
President was at dinner, but he would present their
cards. The doctor demurred to this, saying they would
not disturb Mr. Lincoln, but would call again. Michael
persisted in assuring them it would make no difference to
the President, and bolted in with the cards. In a few
minutes, the President walked into the room, with a kind.
ly salutation, and a request that the friends would take
seats. The doctor expressed his regret that their visit
~as so ill-timed, and that his Excellency was disturbed
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good-natured Mr. Lincoln: 'Mrs. Lincoln is absent at
present, and when she is away, I generally browse
around.'
Mr. Lincoln and the Barber.
The other day a distinguished public officer was at
Washington, and in an interview with the President, introduced the question of slavery emancipation. ' Well,
you see,' said Mr. Lincoln, 'we've got to be mighty
cautious how we manage the negro question. If we're
not we shall be like the barber out in Illinois, who was
shaving a fellow with a hatchet face and lantern jaws
like mine. The barber stuck his finger in his customer's
mouth to make his cheek. stick out, but while shaving
away he cut through the fellow's cheek and cut off his
own finger! If we don't play mighty smart about the
nigger we shall do as the barber did.'
Old Abe on the "Compromise."
When the conversation turned upon the discussions as to
the Missouri Compromise, it elicited the following quaint
remark from the President: It used to amuse me some
(sic) to find that the slave holders wanted more territory,
because they had not room enough for their slaves, and yet
they complained of not having the slave trade. because
they wanted more slaves for their room.'




64                OLD ABBES JOIM,
Old Abe on Banks' Expedition.
When Gen. Banks was fitting out his expedition to New
Orleans, it will be remembered that the Preident used to
answer all questions as to its destination with great frankness, by saying that it was going South.
0 -Sufficient Cause for Furlough.
President Lincoln received the following pertinent letter
from an indignant private, which speaks for itself: " Dear
President-I have been in the service eighteen months, and
I have never received a cent. I desire a furlough for
fifteen days, in order to return home and remove my family
to the poor house.' The President granted the furlough.
It's a good story and true.
The President on "Mud."
By special permission of the ' Censor of the Press,' we
Are allowed to mention that the President, on alighting
orom his carriage, after his late Aquia Creek excursion,
remarked, ' that it was all nonsense to say Virginia wai
disaffected, as he had found it a Clay State up to the
hub.'




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Unooln on his Cabinet "Help."
A prominent senator was remonstrating with Mr. Lincoin a few days ago about keeping Mr. Chase in his Cabi
net, when it was well known that Mr. C. is opposed, tooth
and nail, to Mr. Lincoln's re-election.
' Now, see here,' said the President, when I was elect.
ed I resolved to hire my four Presidential rivals, pay them
their wages, and be their 'boss.' These were Seward,
Chase, Cameron and Bates; but I got rid of Cameron after
he had played himself out. As to discharging Chase or
Seward, don't talk of it. I pay them their wages and am
their boss, wouldn't let either of them out on the loose for
the fee simple of the Almaden patent.'
- -o ---
Mr. Lincoln and the Millerite.
A gentleman, it is said, sometime ago hinted to thePresident that it was deemed quite settled that he would
accept a re-nomination for his present office. whereupoln Mr.
Lilcoln was reminded of a story of Jesse I)ubois, out in
Illinois.  Jesse, as State Auditor, had charge of the State
House at Springfield. An itinerant preacler came along
and asked the use of it for a lecture. ' On what subject?'
asked Jesse. ' On the second coming of our Sav;our,' answered the long-faced Mlilleiite.  'Oh, bosh,' retorted
uncle Jesse, testily, 'I 'guess if!ur Saviour had ever been
to Springfield, and had got away with his life, he'd be too
smart to think of coming back again.' This, Mr. Lincoln
said, was very much his ease about thj succession.




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A Good One by Old Abe.
The President is rather vain of his height, but one day
a young man called on him who was certainly three inches
taller than the former; he was like the mathematical
definition of the straight line, length without breadth.
'Really,' said Mr. Lincoln, '( must look up to you; if you
ever get into a deep place you ought to be able to wade
out.
------
Tanning Leather.
During the siege of Vicksburg, several politicians called
upon General Grant to talk about political matters. Gen.
Grant listened to them for a few moments, and then interrupted them, saying: 'There is no use of talking about
politics to me. 1 know nothing about the subject, and
furthermore, I don't know of any person among my acquaintance who does. But there is one subject with which I am
acquainted, talk of that, and I am your man,' ' What is
that, General?' asked the politicians, in surprise. 'Tanning leather,' replied General Grant.  General Grant's
father was a wealthy tanner out west, before the rebellion,
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Southern " Happiness."
Old Abe declares, in epigrammatic phase, sthe only
happy people in the Confederacy are those who have black
hearts or black skins.'
Reduced to plainer English, this confession means that
the rebel rulers and the rebel speculators are all rascals
together, and that the blacks are never happy until they
begin to run away from such contaminating influencea
Uncoln's Advioe.
President Lincoln is not so far weighed down by the
cares of his office that he cannot still tell a good story.
He is greatly bothered, as a matter of course. by men who
have got some patent plan for conqueriing the rebels. One
man has an invention which, if applied to our ships, will
enable them to batter down every rebel fort on the entire
southern coast. Another has a river gunboat, which can
sail straight down the Mississippi, without the fear of a
rebel shell or ball, and so on. A few days ago a western
farmer sought the President day after day, until he procured the much-desired audience. lie, too, had a plan for
the successful prosecution of the war, to which Mr. Lincoln
listened as patiently as he could.  vVhen he was through,
he asked the opinion of the President upon his plan.
( Well,' said Mr. Lincoln, 'I'll answer by telling you a
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wa an immense klafer in his way, in fact, never did any.
thing in his life. One day he got crazy over a great rise
in the price of wheat upon which many wheat speculators
gained large fortunes. Blank started off one morning to
one of the most successful of the wheat speculators, and
with much enthusiasm laid before him a ' plan' by which
he, the said Blank, was certain of becoming independently
rich. When he had finished, he asked the opinion of his
hearer upon his plan of operations. The reply came as
follows: ' My advice is that you stick to your business.'
'But,' asked Blank, 'what is my business?' 'I don't
know, I'm sure, what it is,' says the merchant, 'but whatever it is I would advise you to stick to it!' And now, said
Mr. Lincoln, I mean nothing offensive, for I know you
mean well, but I think you had better stick to your business and leave the war to those who have the responsibili.
ty of managing it!' Whether the former was satisfied
or not I cannot say, but he did not tarry long in the Presi.
dential mansion.
-------
Old Abe Appoints a Generl.
One of the new levies of troops required the appointment of a large additional number of Brigadier and Major
Generals.  Among the immense number of applications,
Mr. Lincoln came upon one wherein the claims of a certain
worthy (not in the service at all) sfor a generalship' were
glowingly set forth. But the applicant didn't specify
whether he wanted to be Brigadier or Major General. The
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at


endorsement. The clerk, on receiving the paper again,
found written across its back, ' Major General, 1 reckon
A. Lincoln.'
A Practical Joke, not exactly Old Abe's, however.
Quite a commotion was created in a Bleecker street
boarding-house by the arrest of two Southern gentlemen,
Messrs. Joyce and Richardson, of Baltimore, for violating
their parole and returning to the North, after having been
sent to Dixie. On the occasion of their last arrest, several
ladies, residing at their boarding-house, used some very
expressive language, and rather tersely expressed their
- feelinks" on the-to them —outrageous manner the government sought to vindicate its authority.  Doubtless, all
the women were perfectly loyal, and each would gladly
take the oath of allegiance to the government, or s" any
other man;' but evidently some sarcastic old gentleman
did not believe it, and in order to test the question concocted the following letter, which was duly directed and
forwarded to the lady of whom he appeared most suspicious:
Headquarters U. S. Army,
No. -   -     street,
New York, February —, 1864.
Mrs. -- is respectfully requested to call at the above
headquarters within six days, for examination on matters
of importance which will then be stated to her.
By Order of the Military Department,
A. S. JONES,
Assistant Adj.-GeneraL
n this notice with yon




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On receipt of this notice, the lady, to whom it was ad.
dressed, began to feel some misgivings. The oftener she
read the mandate the more nervous she became, until at
length, like a woman of spirit, she determined to present
herself before the "' powers that be;" and await whatever
explanation might be given. Conscious that in no act o0
deed had she been a disloyal woman, she felt certain tha
if the military authorities had any knowledge of the words
she had made use of on the occasion referred to, they would
ovei look the hasty expressions of an affectionate nature,
excited by the midnight arrest of those whom she had
hitherto looked upon as peaceful, law-abiding citizens.
Accordingly, the lady visited at the number indicated in
the note, but discovered there no signs of military headquarters. On the next block, in the same street, were the
headquarters of General Dix. Determined to have a clear
record, the lady proceeded thither. Being stopped by the
sentinel, she requested an audience with General Dix, and
in duo course found herself in the presence of that polite
and patriotic officer. The interview was substantially as
follows:
Lady: I called, sir, to know what this letter means.
General (after reading the document, smiling): My dear
Madam, I am quite as ignorant as you seem to be. There
is no such person as A. S. Jones on my staff, or to my
knowledge connected with the military forces of the United
States, at present on duty in this city.
Lady (very much relieved): I thought o, sir, but I
neant to be certain. I believe I have been hoaxed, sir,
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where Mr. Joyce was recently arrested. Some wicked
person has sent me this to annoy me.
General: Doubtless that is the case, Madam, but I don'
see that I can help you.
Lady: I wish you could. I declare I would get you to
send a file of soldiers after the scamp that has sent this
message to me.
General (smiling); That would indeed be an arbitrary
arrest that I cannot be a party to; and your only remedy,
that I see, is to be patient, until, perhaps, the individual
himself shows his hand, and then you may punish him
through the civil law.
Lady: Thank you, General. I am sorry I have troubled
you, but I felt anxious to appear right in the matter.
General: No apologies, my dear Madam.
Thereupon. the General bowed the lady out, and, per,
naps, smiled inwardly at her confusion, as he proceeded to
transact his usual business. It is unnecessary to describe
the feelings of the lady as she joyfully wended her way
homeward, and our reporter drops the curtain upon the
scenes in a certain private room of that boarding-house,
when Mrs. W — revealed to her confidential friends how
she had been the victim of a practical joke. A rod is
being pickled for the practical joker, and it will be surprising if a woman's wit does not find some means of aplying it to the back of the mean-spirited hound.
-0 --- —-_
Old Abe and His Tod.
'For occasional sallies of genuine original wit, give w
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the bar rooms of country hotels. As an instance take the
following, which occurred in a bar-room. There was
quite a collection, and our friend S., who is a democrat,
and friend M., who is a republican, had been earnestly but
pleasantly discussing politics; and as a lull took place in
the conversation, S. spoke up as follows:,M., how many public men are there who are really
temperance men 1'
Oh, 1 don't know,' replied M.
'Well,' said S., I don't know of but one that I can
speak positively of on our side, and that is General
Cass.'
' Well,' said M, promptly, 'there is President Lincoln
on our side, certain.'
' Guess not.' said L., incredulously.
' Guess yes,' replied M., warmly.
' But you don't pretend to say that President Lincoln is
a temperance man,' asked S.
s Yes, I do,' answered M., ' and can maintain the statement.'
' Well, now I tell you that Abraham Lincoln is as fond
of his tod as any man livilg,' replied S., earnestly, ' and I
can prove it to you.'
Well, I tell you that he isn't,' replied M., who began to
get excited; ' that he is as pure and strict a temperance
man as there is in the country.'
I contend,' replied S.' with provoking coolness, 'that
Abraham Lincoln is so fond of his tod that it is the last
thing he thinks of when he goes to bed, and the first when
lie wakes in the morning.'




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*I It's a confounded locofoco lie!' (exclaimed M., springing
to his feet.
' Hold on, friend M.,' said S., ' what was Lincoln's
wife's name before she was married?'
' Todd, by thunder!' exclaimed M., jumping more than a
foot from the floor; ' boy's let's adjourn to t~ha other
room.'
0 
Pluck to the Toe.-Nail.
'A wag thus describes the constitution of his company
Of volunteers:
'I'm captain of the Baldinsville company. I riz grad.
ooaly but majes, icly from drummer's s(-crctary to my present position. I determined to have my company composed
exeloosi~vely of offissers, everybody to rank as brigadiergeneral. As all air commandfin' offissers there ain't no
jelusy; and as we air all exceedin' smart, it t'aint worth
whlile to try to Outstrip eatch other. The idee of a co-~
pariv coID poserI eXCloosiVelY Of commami ders-in-ehief orriggeruiated I spuse I skursely need say, in this brane. Con-~
sidered as an idee, I flatter myself it's pretty heffy.We've got the taekticks at our tongs' end, but what we
pareicidly excel in is restin' muskits. We can rest muskits with anybody. Our corpse will do its dooty. We'll
be chopt into sassiage meet before we'll exhibit our coat
tails to the foe. We'll fight till there's nothing left to us,out our little toes, and even they shall defiently wriggle.'




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The National Joker and the Nigger Mathematioian.
A gentleman, who happened to have an interview with
the national joker just previous to the battle of Gettysburg. ventured to turn the conversation on the rebel invasion of Pennsylvania, and made the remark that the
rebels were splendidly armed. ' There's no doubt of that,'
replied Mr. Lincoln, ' because we supplied them with the
best we had.' The visitor expressed a confident hope,
however, that Meade would be able to beat Lee and capture his whole army. The President grinned to the utmost extent of his classic mouth, and remarked that he was
afraid there would be too much ' nigger mathematics' in
it. The visitor smiled at the allusion, as he felt bound in
politeness to do, supposing that there must be something
in it, though he could not see the point. ' But I suppose
you don't know what nigger mathematics is,' continued
Mr. Lincoln. ' Lay down your hat for a minute, and I'll
tell you.' He himself resumed the sitting posture, leaned
back in his chair, elevated his heels on the table, and
went on with his story. 'There was a darkey in my neighborhood called Pompey, who, from a certain quickness in
figuring.up the prices of chickens and vegetables, got the
reputation of being a mathematical genius. Mr. Johnson,
a darkey preacher, heard of Pompey, and called to see
him. Hear ye're a great mat'm'tishun, Pompey. Yes,
sar, you jus try. Well, Pompey, I'ze compound a problem
in mat'maties. All right, sar. Now, Pompey, s'pose der
am tree pigeons sittin on a rail fence, and you fire a gun
at 'em and shoot one, how many's left? Two, ob coors,




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replies Pompey, after a little wool-scratching. Ya, ya, ya,
laughs Mr. Johnson; I knowed you was a fool, Pompey;
dere's none left; one's dead, and d'udder two's flown
away. That's what makes me say,' continued Mr. Lincoln
'that I'm afraid there will be to much niggar mathematics in the Pennsylvania campaign.' And the result
showed that, in this instance at least, the anecdote suited
the fact. Lee's army was the three pigeons. One of them
was taken down at Gettysburg, but the other two flew off
over the Potomac.
0
Big Brindle and the Highfalutin Colonel.
President Lincoln tells the following story of Col. W.
who had been elected to the Legislature, and had also
been judge of the county court. His elevation however,
had made him somewhat pompous, and he became very
fond of using big words. On his farm he had a very
large and mischievous ox called ' Big Brindle,' which frequently broke down his neighbors' fences, and committed
other depredations, much to the Colonel's annoyance.
One morning after breakfast in the presence of Mr.
Lincoln who had stayed with him over night, and who
was on his way to town, he called his overseer and said
to him:
'Mr. Allen, I desire you to impound Big Brindle, in
order that I may hear no animadversions on his eternal
depredations.'
Allen bowed and walked off, sorely puzzled to know
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he went to his wife and asked her what CoL W. meant by
telling him to impound the ox.
Why, he meant to tell you to put him in a pen,' said
she.
Allen left to perform the feat, for it was no inconsider
able one, as the animal was very wild and vicious, an
after a great deal of trouble and vexation succeeded.
' Well,' said he, wiping the perspiration from his brow
and soliloquizing, this is impounding, is it? Now, I am
dead sure that the Colonel will ask me if I impounded
Big Brindle, and I'll bet I puzzle him as he did me.'
The next day the Colonel gave a dinner party, and as
he was not aristocratic, Mr. Allen, the overseer, sat down
with the company. After the second or third glass was
discussed, the Col. turned to the overseer and said:
4 Eh, Mr. Allen, did you impound Big Brindle, sir?'
Allen straightened himself, and looking around at the
company said:
Yes, I did, sir, but old Brindle transcended the impan
nel of the impound, and scatterlophisticated all over thf
equanimity of the forest.'
The company burst into an immoderate fit of laughter,
while the Colonel's face reddened with discomfiture.
(What do you mean by that, sir?' said the Colonel.
Why, I mean, Colonel,' said Allen, 'That old Brindle,
being prognosticated with an idea of the cholera, ripped
and tared, snorted and pawed dirt, jumped the fence, tuck
to the woods, and would not be impounded no how.'
This was too much; the company roared again, in which
the Colonel was forced to join, and in the midst of the
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F! reckon the Colonel won't ask me to impound any more
oxen.'
Lincoln and the Lost Apple.
On a late occasion when the White House was open to
the public, a farmer from one of the border counties of
Virginia, told the President that the Union soldiers, in
passing his farm, had helped themselves not only to hay,
but his horse, and he hoped the President would urge the
proper officer to consider his claim immediately.
Why, my dear sir,' replied Mr. Lincoln, blandly, I
couldn't think of such a thing. If I consider individual
cases, I should find work enough for twenty Presidents.'
Bowie urged his needs persistently; Mr. Lincoln dedined good naturedly.
But,' said the persevering sufferer, couldn't you jlhst
give me a line to Col. -   about it? just one line!'
Ha, ha, ha!' responded the amiable Old Abe, shaking
himself fervently, and crossing his legs the other way,
that reminds me of old Jack Chase, out in Illinois,'
At this the crowd huddled forward to listen:
c You've seen Jack-I know him like a brother-used
lo be lumberman on the Illinois, and he was steady and
sober, and the best raftsman on the river. It was quite a
trick twenty-five years ago, to take the logs over the rapids, but he was skillful with a raft and always kept her
straight in the channel. Finally a steamer was put on,
and Jack-he's dead now, poor fellow!-was made cap.
tain of her. He always used to take the wheel, going
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ing and wallowing along the boiling current, and Jack's
utmost vigilance was being exercised to keep her in the
narrow channel, a boy pulled his coat-tail and hailed him
with: 'Say, Mister Captain! I wish you would just stop
your boat a minute-I've lost my apple overboard I'
Enlisting Negroes in the Union Army.
A slaveholder from the country approached an old ac.
quaintance, also a slaveholder, residing in Nashville, the
other day, and said:
'I have several negro men lurking about here somewhere. I wish you would look out for them, and when
you find them do with them as if they were your own.'
'Certainly I will,' replied his friend.
A few days ago the parties met again, and the planter
asked:
'Have you found my slaves ',I have.'
And where are they '
s Well, you told me to do with them just as if they were
my own, and, as I made my men enlist in the Union army
I did the same with yours.'
The astonished planter absquatulated.
"Old Abe" on Temperanoe.
The Twenty-first anniversary of the 'Sons of Tempers
auce' was appropriately celebrated in Washington. The
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enter the East room, which was nearly filled by the ladies
and gentlemen participating in the ceremonies. President
Lincoln, on entering, was enthusiastically applauded, and,
in the course of his response to the address presented to
him, said that when he was a young man, long ago, before
the Sons of Temperance, as an organization, had an existence, he in an humble way made Temperance speeches,
and he thought he might say to this day he had never by
his example belied what he then said. As to the suggestions for the purpose of the abandonment of the cause of
temperance, he could not now respond to them. To prevent intemperance in the army is even a great part of the
rules and articles of war. It is a part of the law of the
land, and was so he presumed long ago, to dismiss officers
for drunkenness. He was not sure that, consistently with
the public service, more can be done than has been done.
All, therefore, that he could promise, was to have a copy
of the address submitted to the principal departments, and
have it considered whether it contains any suggestions
which will improve the cause of temperance, and repress
drunkenness in the army any better than it is already
done. He thought the reasonable men of the world had
long since agreed that intemperance was one of the greatest, if not the very greatest, of all the evils among mankind. That was not a matter of dispute. All men agreed
that intemperance was a great curse, but differed about
the cure. The suggestion that it existed to a great extent
was true, whether it was a cause of defeat he knew not;
but he did know that there was a good deal of it on the
other side. Therefore they had no right to beat us on
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were listened to with great interest and repeatedly interrupted by applause.
How Bean Hackett was made a Zouave.
I was put through a rigid course of examination before
I could be made a Zouave, and I say it with feelings of
gratification and self-esteem that I was remarkably well
posted in the catechism. My father was a hero of the revolution, having been caught once in a water-wheel, and
whirled around rapidly a number of times. Others of the
family have also distinguished themselves as military men
at different periods, but their deeds of courage are too
well-known to need repetition.
The following is a copy verbatim et literatim et wordem
of most of the questions propounded to me and the answers
thereto, which my intimate acquaintance with the Army
Regulations and the Report of the Committee on the Conduct of the War enable me to answer readily and accurately. My interrogator was a little man in Federal blue,
with gold leaves on his shoulders. They called him Major,
but he looked young enough to be a minor. He led off
withHow old are you, and what are your qualifications '
s Twenty-two, and a strong stomach.'
Then I requested him to fire his interrogations singly,
which he did.
What is the first duty to be learned by a soldier t'
'How to draw his rations.'
What is the most difficult feat for a soldier to perform t
Drawing his bounty.'




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81


i If you were in the rear rank of a company during an
action, and the man in the front rank before you should
he wounded and disabled, what would you do '
( I would despatch myself to the rear for a surgeon im..ediately. Some men would step forward and take the
wounded man's place, but that is unnatural.'
( If you were commanding skirmishers, and saw cavalry
advancing in the front and infantry in the rear, which
would you meet?'
' Neither; I would mass myself for a bold movement,
and shove out sideways.'
If you were captured, what line of conduct would you
pursue?
I would treat my captors with the utmost civility.'
' What are the duties of Home Guards?'
' Their duty is to see that they have no duties'
What will you take?'
--  Bourbon, straight!"
Uncle Abe and the Judge.
In the conversation which occurred before dinner, I
was amused to observe the manner in which Mr. Lincoln
used the anecdotes for which he is so famous. Whlere men
bred in courts, accustomed to the world, or versed in diplomacy, would use some subterfuge, or would make a po.
lite speech, or give a shrug of the shoulders as the meam
of getting out of an embarrassing position, Mr. Lincoln
Rmises a laugh by some bold west-country anecdote, and
moves off in the cloud of merriment produced by the joke.
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against the appointment of some indifferent lawyer to a
place of judicial importance, the President interposed
with, Come, now, Bates, he's not half as bad as you think.
Besides that, I must tell you, he did me a good turn long
ago. When I took to the law, I was going to court one
morning, with some ten or twelve miles of bad road before
me, and I had no horse. The judge overtook me in his
wagon. 'Hallo, Lincoln! are you not going to the courthouse. Come in and I will give you a seat.' Well, I got
in, and the judge went on reading his papers. Presently
the wagon struck a stump on one side of the road; then
it hopped off to the other. I looked out, and I saw the
driver was jerking from side to side in his seat: so says I,
Judge, I think your coachman has been taking a little
drop too much this morning.' ( Well, I declare, Lincoln,'
said he, 'I should not much wonder if you are right, for
he has nearly upset me half-a-dozen times since starting.'
So, putting his head out of the window, he shouted, ' Why,
you infernal scoundrel, you are drunk!' Upon which
pulling up his horses, and turning round with great gravity, the coachman said, ' By gorra! that's the first rightful
decision that you have given for the last twelve month.'
While the company were laughing, the President beat a
quiet retreat from the neighborhood of the AttorneyGeneral
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The liberal and patriotic citizen who has been drafted
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Mince Pies vs. Tracts.
The President says his political friends often remind him
of the following story:
A rebel lady visited the hospital at Nashville one morn.
ing with a negro servant, who carried a large basket on
his arm, covered with a white linen cloth. She approached a German and accosted him thus:
Are you a good Union man?'
'I ish dat,' was the laconic reply of the German, at
the same time casting a hopeful glance at the aforesaid
basket.
'That is all I wanted to know,' replied the lady, and
beckoning to the negro to follow, she passed to the opposite
side of the room, where a rebel soldier lay, and asked him
the same question, to which he very promptly replied: Not
by d-d sight.' The Lady thereupon uncovered the basket
and laid out a bottle of wine, mince pies, pound cake and
other delicacies, which were greedily devoured in the
presence of the Union soldiers who felt somewhat indignant.
On the following morning, however, another lady made
her appearance with a large covered basket, and she also
accosted our German friend, and desired to know if he was
a Union man.
I ish, by Got; I no care what you got; I bese Union.
The lady set the basket on tle table, and our German
friend thought the truth availed in this case, if it did fail
in the other. But imagine the length of the poor fellow'a
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him with about a bushel of tracts. He shook his head
dolefully aud said:, I no read English, und, peside dat rebel on 'se oder
side of 'se house need ter so more as me.'
The lady distributed them and left.
Not long afterwards along came another richly dressed
lady, who propounded the same question to the German.
He stood gazing at the basket apparently at a loss for a
reply. At length he answered her in Yankee style, as
follows:
By Got, you no got me dis time; vot you got mit the
basket '
The lady required an unequivocal reply to her question,
and was about to move on when our German friend shouted
out:
(If you got tracts, I bese Union; but if you got mince
pie mit pound cake unt vine, I be sesech like de tibel.'
Soldiers have little deire to read tracts when they are
famished for the want of those little delicacies so conducive
to the recovery of hospital patients. When our ladies visit
hospitals with tracts, we should suggest the importance of
accompanying them with a basket of provisions; they will
be better appreciated.
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The Niggers and the Small Pox.
I dropped in upon Mr. Lincoln and found him busily
counting greenbacks. " This, sir,' said he, ' is something
out of my usual line; but a President of the United States
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tion or acts of Congress. This is one of them. This
money belongs to a poor negro who is a porter in one of
the Departments (the Treasury), and who is at present
very bad with the small pox. IHe did not catch it from
me, however; at least I think not. He is now in hospital,
and could not draw his pay because he could not sign his
name.
I have been at considerable trouble to overcome the
difficulty and get it for him, and have at length succeeded
in cutting red tape, as you newspaper men say. I am now
dividing the money and putting by a portion labeled, in
an envelope, with my own hands, according to his wish;'
and his Excellency proceeded to endorse the package very
carefully. No one who witnessed the transaction could
fall to appreciate the goodness of heart which would
prompt a man who is borne down by the weight of cares
unparalleled in the world's history, to turn aside for a
time from them to succor one of the humblest of his fellow
creatures in sickness and sorrow.
Why Lincoln didn't stop the War.
The soldiers at Helena, in Arkansas, used to amuse the
inhabitants of that place, on their first arrival, by telling
them yarns, of which the following is a sample:
(Some time ago Jeff Davis got tired of the war, and
invited President Lincoln to meet him on neutral ground
to discuss terms of peace. They met accordingly, and
after a talk concluded to settle the war by diviilng the
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Northern States, and the South the Gulf and seaboard
Southern States. Lincoln took Texas and Missouri, and
Davis Kentucky and Tennessee; so that all were parceled
off excepting Arkansas. Lincoln didn't want it-Jeff.
wouldn't have it, neither would consent to take it, and on
that they split; and the war has been going on ever
since.'
Llnooln's Estimate of the "Honors."
As a further elucidation of Mr. Lincoln's estimate oi
Presidential honors, a story is told of how a supplicant
for office, of more than ordinary pretentions, called upon
him, and, presuming on the activity he had shown in be.
half of the Republican ticket, asserted as a reason why
the office should be given to him, that he had made Mr
Lincoln President.
" You made me President, did you?' said Mr. Lincoln
with a twinkle of his eye. 'I think I did,' said the applicant. ' Then a pretty mess you've got me into, that's all,'
replied the President, and closed the discussion.
Pring up de Shackasses, for Cot sake I
President Lincoln often laughed over the following incident: One of General Fremont's batteries of eight Parrol
guns, supported by a squadron of horse commanded by
Major Richards, was in a sharp conflict with a battery
of the enemy near at hand, and shells and shot were flying
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German, one of Fremont's staff, rode suddenly up to the
cavalry, exclaiming, in loud and excited terms, c Pring up
de shackasses, pring up de shackasses, for Cot sake, hurry
up de shackasses im-me-di-ate-ly.' The necessity of this
order, though not quite apparent, will be more obvious
when it is remembered that the ' shackasses' are mules,
carrying mountain howitzers, which are fired from the
backs of that much-abused but valuable animal; and the
immediate occasion for the 'shackasses' was that two regiments of rebel infantry were at that moment discovered
descending a hill immediately behind our batteries. The
' shackasses," with the howitzers loaded with grape a.d
canister, were soon on the ground. The mules squared
themselves, as they well knew how, for the shock. A terrific volley was poured into the advancing column, which
immediately broke and retreated. Two hundred and
seventy-eight dead bodies were found in the ravine next
day, piled closely together as they fell, the effect6 of that
volley from the backs of the shackasses.'
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Abe's Long Legs.
When the President landed at Aquia Creek, going to
see Burnside, there were boards in the way on the wharf,
which the men hastened to remove, but the President remarked, in his usual style, ' Never mind, boys; my legs
are pretty long, have brought me thus far through lib
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The President and " Banks."
Loquitur an eminent Pennsylvania Congressman: ' ir,
Banks is a failure, isn't he?'
( Well, that is harsh,' responds the President; ' but he
hasn't come up to my expectations.'
' Then, sir, why don't you remove him?'
' Well, sir, one principal reason is, that it would hurt
General Banks' feelings very much!'
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Old Abe's Noble Saying.
President Lincoln says many homely things and many
funny things. His speech at the late ceremony in honor
of the dead at Gettysburg proves that he can also say noble and beautiful things. Is not the following extract
worthy, in its touching simplicity, of being handed down
to the ages among the great sayings of great men:-' TLe
world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but
they can never forget what they did here.'
"Where the D —1  are the Buggles."
'The citizens of a small city in Pennsylvania, being
thrown into considerable excitement by reason of the report that the rebels under Lee were advancing upon them,
held a meeting for the purpose of organizing themselves
into a regiment. During the organization of the regi
ment, the question of arms, ammunition, etc., was being
discussed, when an old gentleman, very much excited, and




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towering head and shoulders above the crowd, exclaimed,
in a stentorian voice: 'Are there not any cannons to defend the city?'
Voice from the crowd-' Yes, but they are not mounted.
Old Gent — Why ain't they mounted.'
Voice from the crowd-' Because we have no carriages.
Old Gent-(Still louder and more excited) — Then,
where the devil are the buggies '
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"I Mean ' Honest Old Abe.' "
' A good story is told of an old Cleveland deacon, who
just after Lincoln started on his journey for Washington,
went to an evening prayer meeting, and being somewhat
in a hurry, went down immediately on his knees, and made
an earnest prayer in behalf of the President of the United
States, asking that God would strengthen him and bless
him in all his undertakings. Rising from his kness he lef
the church, apparently having an earnest call elsewhere
Presently he returned in a great hurry, and plumping
again on his knees, thus addressed himself; ' Oh, Lord, it
may be as well for me to add as an explanation to my
prayer just uttered, that by the President of the United
States I mean honest old Abe Lincoln, and not that other
chap who is yet sitting in the national pat, and for whom
I don't care shucks. Amen.'




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Old Abe " C's " It.
'I consoled the President this morning by relating to
him what an unfortunate letter ' C' was in the Presiden.
tial Chase. A joke-do you take? I related the fate of
Crawford, Calhoun, Clay and Cass. The Presidentialeye
brightened up. I saw hope displayed in every lineament
of his countenance. He replied, 'I see it.' How quick
he is at repartee. How pointed, too. I think the Presidential heart has beat easier since the administry of my
last solace'
0 -Lincoln's Ideas about Slavery.
The story will be lumembered, perhaps, of Mr. Lincoln's
reply to a Springfield (Ill.) clergyman, who asked him
what was to be his policy on the slavery question.
s Well, your question is rather a cool one, but I will
answer it by telling you a story. You know Father B.,
the old Methodist preacher? and you know Fox river and
its freshets? Well, once in the presence of Father B., a
young Methodist was worrying about Fox river, and expressing fears that he should be prevented from fulfilling
some of his appointments by a freshet in the river. Father B. checked him in his gravest manner. Said he:
'Young man, I have always made it a rule in my life not
to cross Fox river till I get to it!' 'And,' said the PresL
dent, 'I am not going to worry myself over the slavery
question till I get to it.'  A few days afterwards a
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)resented to him, said simply: 'Mr. President, I have
come to tell you that I think we have got to Fox river!'
Mr. Lincoln thanked the clergyman and laughed heartily.
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Abe and the Distance to the Capitol.
It is stated that he was much disgusted at the crowd of
officers who sometime ago used to loiter about the Washington hotels, and he is reported to have remarked to a
Member of Congress: ' These fellows and the Congressmen
do vex me sorely.' Another member of Congress was conversing with the President, and was somewhat annoyed by
the President's propensity to divert attention from the serious subject he had on his mind by ludicrous allusions
' Mr. Lincoln,' said be, I think you would have your joke
if you were within a mile of hell.  Yes, sir, that is about
the distance to the CapitoL'
--— o —
Abe thinks T. R. Strong, but Coffee are stronger,
It is told by an intelligent contraband, who is probably
reliable, that Mr. Lincoln was walking up Pennsylvania
avenue the other day, relating ( a little story' to Secretary
Seward, when the latter called his attention to a new sign.earing the name of 'T. R. Strong.' ' Ha!' says old Abe
his countenance lighting up with a peculiar smile, 'T. R.
Strong, but coffee are stronger.' Seward smiled, but made
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Putting Salt on the Monitor's Tall.
War is a pretty serious business; but they are not always gloomy at the War Department. When the foolish
rumor was current in Washington that the Monitor had
been captured, the President walked over to the War Department and asked whether tile report was true'
' Certainly,' replied an officer with due gravity.
' How did the rebels succeed in capturing her?' asked
the President.
By putting salt on her tail,' was the reply.
The President's only answer was, I owe you one.'
Old Abe Never Heard of it Before,
Some moral philosopher was telling the President one
day about the underc urrent of public opinion.- He went on
to explain at length, and drew an illustration from the
Mediterranean Sea. The current seemed very curiously to
flow in both from the Black Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, but
a shrewd Yankee, by means of a contrivance of floats, had
discovered that at the outlet into the A tlantic only about
thirty feet of the surface water flowed inward, while there
was a tremendous current under that flowing out.  Well,'
said Mr. Lincoln, much bored, 'that don't remind me of
any story I ever heard of.' The philosopher despaired of
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Why Linooln Appointed Fremont
General Fremont stood a very small chance of being
assigned to a command. But fortunately for him, the President one morning read in a Washington paper the speed
of Col. Blair, M. C., upon the late commander in Missouri
The President having attentively perused it, said to some
one near him, 'Oh, this will never do; it's persecution.'
He put the paper in his pocket, walked over to the War
Department, and in less than half an hour Major-General
Fremont was appointed to the command of the Mountain
Department.
Father Abraham's Good Clothes.
At the beginning of the war John Perry, then a resident of Georgia, was compelled to take the oath of allegiance to the Southern Confederacy and agreed not to bear
arms against it. He removed to West Troy soon afterwards and in September was drafted. Before the time of
his appearance at Albany he wrote to the Provost Marshal
General, Colonel Fry, stating the dilemma, and asking
whether he could not be released from his obligation to
serve Uncle Sam. The reply of Col. Fry has just been received. He states that he fully appreciates Mr. Perry's
position, and has no idea of making him violate his oath
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shall be sent to the Northwest to fight Indians; but he
can't for a moment think of absolving him from wearing
Father Abraham's good clothes.'
-0-o ---
The President says that Jeff is on his Last Legs.
Because we gave him the grant (Grant) of Vicksbur,
and he couldn't hold it; we gave him the banks (Banks) of
Port Hudson and they destroyed his best gardner (Gardner)
and all he raised during the last two years; we gave him
mead (Meade) at Gettysburg and he couldn't swallow it;
we have his best wagoner (Wagner) fast at Charleston;
compelled him to haul in his brag (Bragg) and get in the
lee (Lee) of his rebel army.
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Old Abe on the Congressmen.
As the President and a friend were sitting on the House
of Representatives steps, the session closed, and the members filed out in a body. Abraham looked after them with
a sardonic smile.
s That reminds me,' said he, 'of a little incident. When
I was quite a boy, my flat-boat lay up at Alton, on the
Mississippi, for a day, and I strolled about the town  I
saw a large stone building, with massive walls, not so
handsome, though, as this; and while I was looking at it,
the iron gateway opened, and a great body of men came
out. ' What do you call that?' I asked a by-stander.
'That,' said he, 'is the State Prison, and those are all
thieves, going home. Their time is up.'




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General Viele and a Female Rebel.
General Egbert L. Viele, Governor of Norfolk, was
visited one day by a lady. He noticed that she wore the
confederate colors prominently in the shape of a brooch,
and mildly suggested that it would, perhaps, have been in
better taste to come to his office without such a decoration.
' I have a right, sir, to consult my own wishes as to what I
shall wear.' ' Then, madam,' replied the General, 'permit
me to claim an equal right in choosing with whom I shall
converse.' And the dignified lady had to withdraw from
his presence.
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Unooln on Vioe and Virtue.
Some one was smoking in the presence of the President,
and complimented him on having no vices, neither drinking nor smoking. ' That is a doubtful compliment,' answered the President; ' I recollect once being outside a
stage in Illinois, and a man sitting by me offered me a
segar. I told him I had no vices. He saidp nothing,
smoked for some time, and then grunted out, It's my experiencd that folks who have no vices have plagued few
virtues.
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Potomao I Bottomic 1 Buttermilk
An amusing story is told by Old Abe of the Iowa
First,' about the changes which a. certain password undaer
went about the time of the battle of Springfield. Owj &A




OLD ABE s JOKES,


the Dubuque officers, whose duty it was to furnish the
guards with a password for the night, gave the word
' Potomac.' A German on guard, not understanding distinctly the difference between B's and P's, understood it
to be ' Bottomic,' and this, on being transferred to another, was corrupted to 'Buttermilk.' Soon afterward, the
officer who had given the word wished to return through
the lines, and on approaching a sentinel was ordered to
halt and the word demanded.     He gave ' Potomac.'
' Nicht right-you don't pass mit me dis way.' ( But this
is the word, and I will pass.' ' No, you stan;' at the
same time placing a bayonet at his breast in a manner that
told the officer that' Potomac' didn't pass in Missouri.
' What is the word, then?' ' Buttermilk.' 'Well. then,
Buttermilk.' ' Dat is right; now you pass mit yourself all
about your piziness.' There was then a general overhauling of the password; and the difference between Potomac
and Buttermilk being understood, the joke became one of
the laughable incidents of the campaign.
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Old Abe's Liquor for his Generals
A.' committee,' just previous to the fall of Vicksburg,
solicitous for the morale of our armies, took it upon themselves to visit the President and urge the removal of Gen.
Grant. ' What for?' said Mr. Lincoln. ' Why,' replied
the busybodies, ' he drinks too much whisky.' 'Ah!' rejoined Mr. Lincoln, ' can you inform me, gentlemen, where
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confessed they could not. 'Because,' added Old Abe, with
a merry twinkle in his eyes, 'If I can find out, I'll send
every General in the field a barrel of it!' The delegation
retired in reasonably good order.
---
Who voted for Abe, or how the Rebels treat a Quaker and a
"Butternut."
The following incident occurred at Salem, Ind., during
the raid of John Morgan. Some of his men proeeeded
out west of the town to burn the bridges and water-tank
on the railroad. On the way out they captured a couple
of persons living in the country, one of whom was a
Quaker. The Quaker strongly objected to being made a
prisoner. 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?'
cThee may naturally suppose that I am a Union man.
Cannot thee let me go to my home?'
Yes, yes; go and take care of the old woman,' said
Secesh.
The other prisoner was taken along with them, but not
'elishing the summary manner in which the Quaker was
disposed of, said, ' What do you let him go for? He is a
black abolitionist. Now, look here, I voted for Breckinridge, and have always been opposed to this war. I am
opposed to fighting the South, decidedly.'




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'You are,' said Secesh; 'you are what they call around
here, a Copperhead; ain't you?'
'Yes, yes,' said the Butternut, insinuatingly; 'that's
what all my neighbors call me, and they know I ain't with
them.'
' Come here, Dave!' halloed Secesh. 'There's a Butternut. Just come and look at him. Look here, old man,
where do you live?  We want that horse you have got to
spare, and if you have got any greenbacks, just shell 'em
out,'-and they took all he had.'
The President on Chase's Valentine.
Secretary Chase, of the Treasury Department, found
upon a desk in his office what at first appeared to be a
picture of an (infernal machine,' looking very much like
a goose, but which on closer examination proved to be a
drawing of an ingenious invention for turning gold eagles
into 'greenbacks,' with the Secretary himself operating
it, and slowly feeding it with 'yaller boys' at one end,
while the government currency came out at the other end,
flying about like the leaves of autumn. While he was examining it, the President came in, as he daily does, for
consultation. Mr. Chase handed him the drawing, and
as the roguish eye of our Chief Magistrate recognised the
likeness of the Secretary, he exclaimed'Capital joke, isn't it, Mr. Chase?'
' A joke,' said the irate financier, I'd give a thonsand
dollars to know who left it here.'




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* Ob, no, responded Mr. Lincoln, 'you would hardly do
that.'
Yes I would,' asserted the Secretary.
Would you, though,' inquired the President, with that
deliberate manner that characterizes him when he is
really in earnest-' well, which end would you papfrn?'
The answer is not ' recorded.'
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Old Abo and the,' Brigadierm,
The President has been perpetrating one of his pungent
sayings about that luckless wight, Brigadier-General
Stoughton, who was so unceremoniously picked up by guerillas. 'Pretty serious business, this, Mr. President,' said
a visitor, ' to have a Brigadier-General captured at Fairfax Court House!'  Oh, tkat doesn't trouble me, was the
response, ' I can make a better Brigadier any time in five
minutes; but it did worry me to have all those horses
taken. Why, sir, these horses cost us a hundred and
twenty-five dollars a head!'
Mr. Lincoln and the "i Mediums."
' There is a secret, known only to a few, in reference te
the manner in which our armies are commanded,' says a
New York writer. ( Mr. Lincoln has mediums in constant
communication with the spirit world. Each military here
has a special medium. Not a battle has been fought, exoept under the direct command, not of McClellan, Scott




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McDowell, rope,M urnside, Hooker, and modern generals,
but they have acted merely as lieutenants for the master
war-spirits of the other world! All the generals in the
other world were consulted by the spirits previous to
Hooker's defeat, and the old adage proved true that too
many cooks spoil the broth.' Napoleon and Wellington,
and Generals Washington and Jackson, were not at the
council Napoleon, because he did not understand Lincoln's
English communications, and the Duke of Wellington, because of his contempt for them, or that anybody in supreme
power should ask military advice. Generals Washington
and Jackson would not give advice, because, though they
were extremely annoyed at the dissolution of the Union,
yet, as such a miserable fact had occurred, their friendly
feelings were enlisted with their descendants on the side
of the South. That Mr. Lincoln is guided altogether by
spiritual advisers is now well known.'
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Old Abe's Generosity.
While President Lincoln was confined to his house with
the varioloid, some friends called to sympathise with him,
especially on the character of his disease. ' Yes,' he said,
' it is a bad disease, but it has its advantages. For the
first time since I have been in office, I have something now
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Unole Abe and the Pass to Richmond.
A gentleman called upon the President, and solicited a
pass for Richmond. ' Well,' said the President, ' I would
be very happy to oblige, if my passes were respected; bu
the fact is, sir, I have, within the past two years, given
passes to two hundred and fifty thousand men to go to
Richmond, and not one has got there yet.' The applicant
quietly and respectfully withdrew on his tip-toes
How Old Abe had never Read ItL
The Loyal League Convention, which was in secret session in Washington, brought a strong pressure to bear on
the President for the removal of some obnoxious members
of the cabinet on account of their supposed conservative
views, and also for the appointment of a radical commander in Missouri, in place of Gen. Scofield. At an interview, a committee of the Leaguers indignantly askeC
the President whether he endorsed Mr. Blair's Rockville
speech; to which he replied, that he 'had never read it.'
The feelings of the excited radicals may be more easily
imagined than described at this Lincolnian stroke, and
they retired from the White House with no dim perception of the meaning of' Abe's latest and best joke.'




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Mr. Linooln and the Counterfeit Bill.
'Some one was discussing the character of a copperhead
clergyman, in the presence of Mr. Lincoln, a time-serving
Washington clergyman. Says Mr. Lincoln to his visitor,
I think you are rather hard upon Mr. Blank. He reminds me of a man in Illinois who was tried for passing
a counterfeit bill. It was in evidence that before passing
it he had taken it to the cashier of a bank and asked his
opinion of the bill, and he received a very prompt reply
that the bill was a counterfeit. His lawyer who had
heard of the evidence to be brought against his client,
asked him just before going into court, 'Did you take the
bill to the cashier of the bank and ask him if it was
good ' I did,' was the reply.  Well-what was the reply of the cashier?' The rascal was in a corner, but he
got out of it in this fashion: ' He said it was a pretty,
tolerable, respectable sort of a bill.' Mr. Lincoln thought
the clergyman was ' a pretty, tolerable, respectable sort
of a clergyman.' We have a good many of that class in
Washington, I fear, though, if anybody is going to make
me prove this I'll back down at once, for in these times it
is hard work to prove anything. If your neighbor is en.
gaged in blockade running, you can't prove him a rebel;
and if he should chance to be a noisy war politician, you
can't prove that he has sympathies even against the gov
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A Whole Nager.
' At a negro celebration, an Irishman stood listening tc
Fred. Douglass, who was expatiating upon Governmenl
and freedom, and as the orator came to a period from the
highest political heights, the Irishman said: ' Bedad, he
spakes well for a nager.' 'Don't you know,' said one,
'that he isn't a negro? he is only half negro.' ' Only a
half nager, is he? Well, if a half nager can talk in that
style, I'm thinking a whole nager might beat the prophet
Jeremiah.'
Old Abe and the Blasted Powder.
'A western correspondent writes: 'A visitor, congrat.
ulating Mr. Lincoln on the prospects of his re-election,
was answeed by that indefatigable story-teller with an
anecdote of an Illinois farmer, who undertook to blast his
own rocks. His first effort at producing an explosion
proved a failure. He explained the cause by exclaiming,
'Pshaw, this powder has been shot beforel'
----— o
Hurrah for Abe Lincoln!' shouted a little patriot or
Cedar street, the other day.
Hurrah for the Devil?' rejoined an indignant Southern
sympathiser.
' 11 right,' said the juvenile;  you hurrah for your
man, and I'll hurrah for mine.'




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The President's Repartee.
A distinguished foreigner, dining at the White House
wished to congratulate President Lincoln on the self-por
session of the hostess, and her apparent indifference to the
peculiar vexations of her new position. Having an imperfect knowledge of our language, he expressed his idea
by saying: 'Your Excellency's lady makes it very indifferent ' Observing the twinkle of the President's eye, he
endeavored to correct his language, and immediately said
with emphasis: ' Your Excellency's lady has a very indifferent face '
"Salmon the Solemn," vs. Abraham the Jocular."
The solemn'versus the jocular are brought into curious
juxtaposition by the present state of affairs. The committee of ' the friends of Mr. Chase,' in their Ohio circular,
call Mr. Lincoln 'our jocular President.' Against him
they set up Mr. Chase, of whom a prominent Boston lawyer
said some years ago, (I don't like the Governor. He ib
too solemn-altogether too solemn.' More than a year
ago, Mr. Lincoln said that he had just discovered that the
initials of Salmon P. Chase mean shinplaster currency.
Perhaps he will now say that they mean shinplaster candidate. An old Greek rhetorician advises to answer your
adversary's sober arguments with ridicule, and his ridicule
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Old Abe "glad of it."
A characteristic story of the President is narrated in a
wetter from Washington. When the telegram from Cumberland Gap reached Mr. Lincoln that 'firing was heard
in the directon of Knoxville,' he remarked that he was
' glad of it.' Some person present, who had the perils of
Burnside's position uppermost in his mind, could not see
why Mr. Lincoln should be glad of it, and so expressed
himself. 'Why, you see,' responded the President, ' it reminds me of Mistress Sallie Ward, a neighbor of mine,
who had a very large family. Occasionally one of her
numerous progeny would be heard crying in some out-ofthe-way place, upon which Mrs. Sallie would exclaim,
There's one of my children that isn't dead yet'
~o --- —--
Old Abe's " Affair of Honor."
Abraham Lincoln, at nineteen years of age, was six feet
four in height, and so far exhibited the attributes of a ruler
that he towered like Saul above his fellows. He was
once, and once only, engaged in what is falsely termed
' an affair of honor.' A young lady of Springfield wrote
a paragraph in a burlesque vein in a local newspaper, in
which General Shields was good-humouredly ridiculed for
his connexion with some public measure. The General
was greatly incensed, and demanded of the editor the
name of the offending party. The editor put him off with
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and shortly afterwards, meeting Lincoln, told him his per
plexity. 'Tell him I wrote it,' said Lincoln; and tell him
he did. After a deal of diplomacy to get a retraction of
the offensive parts of the paragraph in question, Shields
sent a challenge, which Lincoln accepted, named broadswords as the weapons, and an unfrequented, well-wooded
island in the Mississippi as the place. Old Abe was first
on the ground, and when Shields arrived he found his antagonist, his sword in one hand and a hatchet in the other,
with his coat off, clearing away the underbrush! Before
the preliminary arrangements were completed, a Mr. Hardin, who somehow got wind of what was afloat, appeared
on the scene, called them both d-d fools, and by his arguments addressed to their common sense, and by his ridicule
of the figure that they, two well-grown, bearded men, were
making there, dissuaded them from fighting.
Mr, Lincoln's Disease.
President Lincoln has really had the small-pox, but is
able to have his joke regularly. When the committee of
Congress waited on him to announce their readiness to
receive the message, the President was found in his private
office, clad in an old dressing-gown, and looking dilapidated
generally.  The chairman announced in a very formal
manner the object of the visit. It seemed to please the
President mightily, and putting his hands deep in his
breeches pockets, and throwing a leg over an arm of his
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I can get it up to-day; but if it isn't, I'd rather wait till
to-morrow, for the fact is the boys haven't got througk
copying it yet.' It was not a matter of life and death, and
the message was not sent in till Wednesday. Mrs. Lincoln
did not evidently think her husband was very sick, for she
went to New York last week to do 'a little shopping.'
While there she lost her purse, containing a large sum of
money, in the street. It was found and returned to her by
a young patent claim agent of this city, and Mrs. Lincoln
was very profuse in her thanks and offers of assistance.
The freedom of the White House was tendered to the
young man, who, if he isn't too bashful, may consider his
fertune made.
"The President was Reminded."
A gentleman was telling at the White House how a
friend of his had been driven away from New Orleans as
a Unionist, and how, on his expulsion, when he asked to
see the writ by which he was expelled, the deputation
which called on him told him that the government had made
up their minds to do nothing illegal, and so they had issued
no illegal writs, and simply mean: to make him go of his
own fi ee will. ( Well,' said Mr. Lincoln, that reminds
me of a hotel-keeper down at St. Louis, who boasted that
he never had a death in his hotel, for whenever a guest
was dying in his house he carried him out to die in the
street.'




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President Lincoln on Grant's New Sword.
Just before Grant's arrival, Representative Washburne
took to the White House a handsome sword, presented to
General Grant by some admirers in Illinois, to show the
President and Mrs. Lincoln. ' Yes,' said the President,
it is very pretty. It will do for a Commander-in-Chief.'
Old Abe then turned to a general officer then present and
asked him if he had had any sword presentation lately.
The reply was 'I have not.' 'Humph,' said Abe, 'that's
a joke then that you haven't seen the point of yet.'
Abraham's Going to Pot.,'A deputation of gentlemen from New York waited
upon Old Abe with the determination to impress his mind
with the great injustice done their department of trade by
the Committee on Taxation.
Gentlemen,' said the President, 'why do you come to
me? The committee will hear you and do you justice. I
cannot interfere.'
s But,' urged the spokesman, 'if they are going to tax
all the commodities of life,-'
My friends,' responded the rail-splitter, 'if thoy tax
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Old Abe's " Mistakes."
Old Abe being questioned one day in regard to some
of his reputed 'mistakes' replied, ' That reminds me of a
minister and a lawyer who were riding together; says the
minister to the lawyer'Sir, do you ever make mistakes in pleading?'
'I do,' says the lawyer.
' And what do you do with mistakes?' inquired the minister.
' Why, sir, if large ones, I mend them; if small ones, I
let them go,' said the lawyer. 'And pray, sir,' oontinu.
ed he, 'do you ever make mistakes in preaching?'
Yes, sir, I have.'
' And what do you do with mistakes?' said the lawyer.
' Why, sir, I dispose of them in the same manner that
you do. Not long since,' continued he, as I was preaching, I meant to observe that the devil was the father of
liars, but made a mistake, and said the father of lawyers
The mistake was so small that I let it go.'
Speaking of the Time.
' When Mrs. Vallandigham left Dayton to join her
ausband, just before the election, she told her friends that
she expected never to return until she did so as the wife
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Mr. Lincoln is said to have got off the following s —
That reminds me of a pleasant little affair that occurred
out in Illinois.'
A gentleman was nominated for Supervisor. On leave
ing home on the morning of election, he said( Wife, to-night you shall sleep with the Supervisor of
this town.'
The election passed, and the confident gentleman was
defeated. The wife heard the news before her defeated
spouse returned home. She immediately dressed for going
out, and waited her husband's return, when she met him
at the door.
' Wife, where are you going at this time of night?' he
exclaimed.
' Going?' she replied, 'why, you told me this morning
that I should to-night sleep with the Supervisor of this
town, and as Mr. L. is elected instead of yourself, I was
going to his house.'
She didn't go out, and he acknowledged he was sold,
but pleasantly redeemed himself with a new Brussels
carpet.
Old Abe's Uncle.
* My deceased uncle,' says Old Abe, was the most polite
gentleman in the world. He was making a trip on the
Missiseippi when the boat sank. He got his head above
the water for once, took off his hat, and said, 'Ladies and
gentlemen, will you please excuse me?' and down he
went.'




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Old Abe seelng the difficulty.
A very amuseing scene was witnessed at the grand
military dinner given at the Executive Mansion in honor
of Lieutenant General Grant soon after his arrival here.
After the guests had assembled and a brilliant array of
well known military men appeared, in accordance with
the President's invitation, to assist in the ceremonies of
the evening, it was found, to the surprise of everybody
that General Grant was not there. He had suddenly
taken wings for the West. Everybody looked disappoint.
ed. Among the major generals present were Halleck,
Meade, Wool, McCook, Crittenden, Sickles, Hunter, Burn.
side, Blair, Doubleday, Ogilsby, Wallace and others.
When it was announced that Grant was not coming the
generals looked at the President and the President at the
generals.  Presently Mr. Lincoln said: —' Gentlemen,
this is the play of Hamlet with Hamlet left out. We ex.
pected Grant here, but he couldn't stay.' The company
had assembled, however, the curtain was raised, and the
play must go on. But who would play the part of Hamlet? In plainer language, a lieutenant general was expected, but he would not be present. Old Abe, seeing
the difficulty, said that if it was necessary to have a
Hamlet he would call upon Major General Halleck at
short notice, as the managers say, to fill that part. Halleck, who wore three stars on each shoulder, put on a
most complacent appearance and 'kindly consented' to
assume the role of the principal character. And so the
play went on, with Halleck as Hamlet.




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One of Abe's Anecdotes
Well,' said a gentleman to Old Abe, 'we had the
nigger served up in every style last session.'
' Yes,' broke in the Executive, as his eyes twinkled,
'ending off with the fire-cussee style.'
I hope,' resumed the gentleman, (I hope we shall have
iomething new now.'
' There was a man down in Maine,' said the President,
'who kep' a grocery store. and a lot of fellows used to
loaf around that for their toddy. Well, he only gave 'em
New England rum, and they drinked a pretty considerable of it. But after a while they began to get tired of
that, and kep' asking for something New-something New;
all the time. Well, one night, when the whole crowd
was around, the grocer, he sot out his glasses, and says
he, 'I've got something New for you to drink, boys.'
' Honor bright,' says they.  Honor bright' says he;
and with that he sot out a jug.  Thar,' says he, 'that's
something New; it's i^ew-England rum!' says he. 'Now,'
remarked Abraham, shutting one eye, ' I guess we're a
good deal like that crowd, and Congress is a good deal
like that store-keeper 1"
What soldiers are these?' asked Lincoln as a regiment marched by. ' Why, they belong to the new lev
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How Old Abe Settled the Point.
The town is laughing at an amusing story of a recent
Interview between Mr. Lincoln and the president of the
Baltimore and Ohio railroad. ' The draft has fallen with
great severity upon the employes of our company,' said
the R. R. President. 'Indeed!' responded the President
of the U. S. ' If something is not done to relieve us, it is
hard to foresee the consequences.'  Let them pay the
commutation.'  Impossible! the men can't stand such a
tax.'  They have a rich company at their back, and
that's more than other people have.' 'They ought to be
exempted, because they are necessary to the working of
the road for the government.',; That can't be.' 'Then
I will stop the road.'  If you do, I will take it up and
carry it on.' The discussion is said to have dropped at
this point, and the very worthy president is still working
the road as successfully as ever.
Old Abe was once canvassing for himself, for a local
office, when he came to a blacksmith's shop.
'Sir,' said he to the blacksmith, 'will you vote for
me?'
' Mr. Lincoln,' said the son of Vulcan, ' admire your
head, but damn your heart!'
' Mr. Blacksmith,' returned Abe, 'I admire yourocaua
dor, but damn your manners!'




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The President's Interview with a New Yorker.
A man from New York tells of an interview he had
with the President. 'I ow are you,' said he.;I saw
your card, but did not see you. I was glad, however,
that you carded me, and I was reminded of an anecdote
of Mr. Whittlesey. When Mr. Cox, then a young man,
first came here, Mr. Whittlesey said to him: 'Sir, have
you carded the senators?' 'No sir; I thought I would
curry favor first, and then comb them.'  It is no joking
matter, sir,' said Mr. Whittlesey, seriously. It is your
duty to card the senators, sir; and it is customary I
believe, to card the cabinet also, and you ought to do it,
sir. But' he added, after a moment's thought, I think I
am wrong; the cabinet may card you.'
-0o ---CooL. —A gentleman visiting an hospital at Washington
hearing an occupant of one of the beds laughing and talking about the President. He seemed to be in such good
spirits that the gentleman remarked, You must be very
slightly wounded?' 'Yes,' said the brave fellows, very
slightly ---I have only lost one leg.'
Old Abe's "Slap at Chicago.
Mr. Lincoln relates the following:
' Some years ago, when Chicago was in its infancy, a
stranger took up his quarters at the principal hotel, and
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Louip. For several days he remained there, engaged in
transacting the business which had brought him to the
place, and from his exceedingly plain dress, manners and
general appearance, attracted but little attention.
Soon Mr. J — was suddenly seized with illness, dui:ng which he was sadly neglected by his host; and the
servants taking their tone from the master of the house,
left him to shift for himself as best he could. Thus matters went on, till one morning he was past praying for;
his papers were then examined, that the sad intelligence
might be communicated to his friends; when to the surprise of all he was found to be one of the wealthiest men
in the western country.
Arrangements were accordingly made for the funeral;
but before the last rites were performed, the subject came
to life again, having been the victim of catelepsy, instead
of the grim ' King of Terror.' All were overjoyed at his
fortunate escape from so dreadful a fate, and from that
time wero profuse in their expressions of solicitude, elicited, however, we judge, by 'documentary evidence,' rather
than by any personal regard.
At length some one ventured to ask, how things ap.
peared to him while in his trance, to which he thus
replied *
(I thought 1 had come to the river of death, where I
met an angel who handed me a jewel to servo as a pass to
the other side. On giving this to the ferryman, I received
from him another which carried me further another stage
in my journey. Going on thus for several stages, receiving at the termination of each, a ticket for the succeeding




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one, I aU last reached the gate of the Heavenly City'
There I found St. Peter, who opened the door at my summons, 1pipe in mouth, seated by a small table, on which
stood a goodly mug of steaming whiskey toddy.'
s Good morning, sir,' said he very politely.
' Good morning, St. Peter,' said I.
6 Who are you, sir?' said he, turning over the leaves of
a huge ledger. 
' My name is J-.'
(Very good, sir; where do you live down below
I lived at St. Louis, in the State of Missouri.'
'Very well, sir; and where did you die?'
'I died at Chicago, in Illinois.'
' Chicago?' said he, shaking his head, ' there's no suck
place, sir.'
I beg your pardon, St. Peter, but have you a map of
the United States here?'
' Yes, sir.'
s Allow me to look at it.'
' Certainly, sir.'
(With that he handed down a splendid atlas, and I
pointed out Chicago on the map.
' All right, sir,' said he, after a moment's pause; 'its
there, sure enough, so walk in, sir; but I'll be blest if you
ain't the first man that has ever come here from  that
place!'
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Where Abe said it had gone.
When the Sherman expedition which captured Port
Royal was fitting, there was great curiosity to learn where
it had gone. A person visiting the Chief Magistrate at
the White House importuned him to disclose the destina.
tion to him. ' Will you keep it entirely secret?' asked the
President. 'Oh, yes, upon my honor.' 'Well,' said the
President, I'll tell you.' Assuming an air of great mystery, and drawing the man close to him, he kept him a moment awaiting the revelation with an open mouth and great
anxiety.  ' Well,' said he in a loud whisper which was
heard all over the room, 'the expedition has gone tosea '
A tall one by Old Abe.
That reminds us of the following story that has been
told of Mr. Lincoln somewhere when a crowd called him
out. He came out on the balcony with his wife, (who is
somewhat below medium height,) and made the following
brief remarks': 'Here I am, and here is Mrs. Lincoln.
That's the long and short of it.'
Abraham tells a Story.
Dr. Hovey, of Dansville, N. Y., thought he would call
and see the President, and on arriving at the White House
found him on horseback, ready for a start. Approaching
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President Lincoln, I thought I would call and see you
before leaving the city, and hear you tell a story.'
The President greeted him pleasantly, and asked where
he was from.
' The reply was: ' From Western New York.'
Well, that's a good enough country without stories,
replied the President, and off he rode.  That was the
story.
Mr. Lincoln and the Georgetown Prophetes.
The President, like old King Saul when his term was
about to expire, seems in a quandary concerning a further
lease of office. I lean that he has consulted again the
' prophetess' of Georgetown, immortalized by his patronage. She retired the other night to an inner chamber, and
after raising and consulting more than a dozen of distinguished spirits from Hades, she returned to the reception-parlor where the Chief Magistrate awaited her, and
declared that Gen. Grant would capture Richmond, and
that Honest Old Abe would be next President. She, howaver, as the report goes, told him to beware of Chase.
Sala.
It is reported that Old Abe let off a joke at George
Augustus Sala. It seems that eminent Bohemian, in a persevering search after information, learned to his astonishment that all our cavalrymen are furnished with a horse
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novel discovery, he made bold to inquire, in the presence
of Old Abe, what branch of the service the Americans hbd
experienced the most difficulty in becoming adepts?
( Engineering,' said the President, 'but unlike you Eng.
lishmen we experience little difficulty in building up that
most essential thing an enduring magazine.'
The eminent George is said to have hemmed once or
twice, in some doubt as to the exact application of this
---—.
A Tight Squeeze.
President Lincoln says the prospect of his election for a
second term reminds him of old Jake Tullwater who lived
in-Ill. Old Jake got a fever once, and he became delirious, and while in this state he fancied that the last day
had come, and he was called to judge the world. With
all the vagaries of insanity he gave both questions and
answers himself, and only called up his acquaintances, the
millers, when something like this followed:
'Shon Schmidt, come up here! Vat bees you in dis
lower worlds?'
' Well, Lort, I bees a miller.'
'Well, Shon, did you ever take too much toll?'
'Oh, yes Lort, when the water was low, and the stones
were dull, I did take too much toll.'
'Well, Shon,' old Jake would say, ' You must go to the
left among the goats.'
So he called up all he knew and put them through the
same course, till finally he canfe to himself:




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Shake Tullwater, come up here! Well, Shake, what
bees you in this lower world?'
' Well, Lord, I bees a miller.'
And, Shake, didn't you ever take too much toll?'
s Ah, yes, Lort, when the water was low, and the stones
was dull, I did take too much toll.'
( Well, Shake-well Shake (scratching his head)-well
Shake, what did you do mit dat toll.'
'Well, Lort, I gives him to de poor.'
'Ah! Shake-gave it to the poor, did yout Well
Shake, you can go to the right among the sheep-hut it's a
tam'd tight squeeze!'
0 —
At it with a Will.
The President and Secretary of State were closeted
together, overwhelmed by the affairs of the nation.
Seward, you look puzzled,' said Secretary Chase as he
entered and found that able functionary half buried
among papers, scratching his head and biting his pen.
' Never fear,' quoth Old Abe, laughing gaily and slapping the Secretary of State approvingly on the back.
Where there's a Will there's a way!'
0 ---0
President Lincoln, in replying to the St. Louis delegation, which recently waited on him to urge the prosecution
cf the war on ultra Abolition principles, replied that he
had more pegs than he had holes to put them in.' This an.
swer is peculiarly appropriate, as the Abolitionists, since
the commencement of hostilities, have been so much engaged in stealing ar tr render the war nothing but agame
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Old Abe and the Bull-Frogs.
'A few days ago, Paine, a lawyer of some note in On..innati, paid a visit to the Presidential mansion, that he
might return with his garments scented with loyal perfume to the Porkopolis Courts.
During the interview the President asked him what was
the feeling of the people of Ohio in reference to the Presidential election. Mr. Paine informed him that the great
talk about Chase all amounted to nothing. At this an,
nouncement the President seemed well pleased and rub.
bing his hands, he exclaimed, That reminds me of a story.
Some years ago two Irishmen landed in this country, and
taking the way out into the interior after labor, came siddenly near a pond of water, and to their great horror
they heard some bull-frogs singiug their usual song,B-a-u-m!-B-a-u-m!-B-a-u-m! They listened and trembled, and feeling the necessity of bravery they clutched
their shellalies and crept cautiously forward, straining
their eyes in every direction to catch a glimpse of the
enemy, but he was not to be found. At last a happy idea
came to the most forward one and he sprang to his mate,
and exclaimed, ' and sure, Jamie, it is my opinion it's, nothing but a noise.'
Knowing too Much.
President Lincoln while  ente:rtaiiinig a few  select
friends is said to have related the following anecdote of a
man who knew too much.




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During the administration of President Jackson, there
was a singular young gentleman employed in the public
Post Office at Washington. His name was G.; he was
from Tennessee, the son of a widow, a neighbor of th,'
President, on which account the old hero had a kind
feeling for him, and always got out of his difficulties with
some of the higher officials, to whom his singular interference was distasteful.
Among other things, it is said of him that while he was
employed in the General Post Office, on one occasion he
had to copy a letter to Major H., a high official, in answer
to an application made by an old gentleman in Virginia
or Pennsylvania for the establishment of a new post office.
The writer of the letter said the application could not be
granted, in consequence. of the applicant's proximity' to
another office. When the letter came into G.'s hands to
copy, being a great stickles for plainness, he altered
nproximity' to ' nearness to.' Major H. observed it, and
asked G. why he altered his letter.
' Why,' replied G., because I don't think the man would
understand what you meant by proximity.'
Well,' said Major H., 'try him; put in the 'proximity,
again.'
In a few days a letter was received from the applicant,
in which he very indignantly said, c that his father had
fought for liberty in the second war of independence, and
he should like to have the name of the scoundrel who
brought the charge of proximity or anything else wnng
against him. There,' said G. ' did I not say so?'
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Postmaster General said to him, (I don't want you any
longer, you know too much.'
Poor G. went out, but his old friend, the General got
him another place. This time G's ideas underwent a
change. He was one day very busy writing, when a
stranger called in and asked him where the Patent Office
was?
I don't know,' said C.
' Can you tell me where the Treasurz Department is?'
said the stranger.
'No,' said G.
Nor the President's house f
'No.'
The stranger finally asked him ir he knew where the
Capitol was.
No,' replied G.
Do you live in Washington, sir?' said the stranger.
Yes, sir,' said G.
' Good Lord! and don't you know where the Patent
Office, Treasury, President's House, and Capitol are?'
Stranger,' said G. ' I was turned out of the Postoffice
for knowing too much. I don't mean to offend in that
way again. I am paid for keeping this book. I believe
I do know that much; but if you find me knowing any-;hing more, you may take my head.'
' Good morning,' said the stranger.




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LUowr and the Curiosity Seeker.
In answer to a curiosity seeeke who desired a permit to
pass the lines to visit the field of Bull Run after the first
battle, Mr. Lincoln made the following reply as his answer:
A man in Cortlandt county raised a porker of such
unusual size that strangers went out of their way to see it.
One of them the other day met the old gentleman and
inquired about the animal. 'Wall, yes,' the old fellow
said; he'd got such a critter, mi'ty big un; but he guessed he would have to charge him about a shillin' for lookin'
at him.' The stranger looked at the old man for a minute or so; pulled out the desired coin, handed it to him
and started to go off. 'Hold on,' said the other; 'don't
you want to see the hog?' sNo,' said the stranger, I
have seen as big a hog as I want to see!'
And you will find that fact the case with yourself, if
you should happen to see a few live rebels there as well
as dead ones.
-0
Old Abe and the Copperhead.
A certain politician being rather loud in his denunciations of the administration in the president's hearing a
short time since, he conveyed a very wholesome lesson in
the following story, there was a Dutch farmer orce who
being just clad in the ermine of a justice of pevre, Ht4 Y
first marriage in this way:




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Veil, you want to be marrit, do you t'
Yes,' answered the man.
' Vell, do you lovish dis vomma as goot as any voman
you have ever seen?'
Yes.'
Then to the woman:
' Veil, do you love this man )s better as any man you
have ever seen?'
She hesitated and he repeated:
Vell, vell'do you like him so veil as to be his wifei?'
(Yes, yes,' she answered.
(Vell, dat ish all any reasonable man can expect; so
you are marrit. 1 pronounce you man and wife.'
The man drew out his pocket-book and asked the justice
what was to pay.
Nothing at all, nothing at all, you are welcome to it if
it will do you any goot.'
IN speaking of certain odd doings in the Army, Old
Abe said that reminded him of another story, as follows:
On one occasion, when a certain General's purse was
getting low, he remarked that he would be obliged to
draw on his banker for some money. ' How much do you
want, father?' said the boy. 'I think I shall send for a
couple of hundred,' replied the General. 'Why, father,
said his son very quietly, I can let you have that amount.'
You can let me have it!' exclaimed the General in surprise; 'Where dir you get so much money?'  I won it
at playing draw posar with your staff, sirl' replied the




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hopeful youth. It is needless to say that the 9-40 train
next morning bore the 'gay young gambolier' toward hia
home. Do you see the point.
Old Abe and the Woodcock.
The President one day dined at Richmond. When the
landlord produced his bill, he thought it very exorbitant, and asked his name,' Partridge! an't please you, replied the host. 'Partridge!' said he; 'it should be
woodcock, by the length of your bill.'
Old Abe and the Set Speech.
The President being recently importuned to deliver a
set speech for a certain specified purpose, said that the
request reminded him of an old story he once heard of b
couple of U. S. Senators.
It was on one of those memorable days when the Kansas-Nebraska bill was being debated, Senator Seward
tapped Douglas on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear
that he had some ' Bourbon' in the Senator's private room
which was twenty years old, and upon it he desired to get
Douglas's judgment. The 'little giant' declined, stating
that he meant to speak in a few minutes, and wished his
brain unclouded by the fumes of liquor.  At the conclusion of his speech Douglas sank down exhausted in his
chair, hardly conscious of the congratulations of those who
Socked around him. At this juncture Seward oind "lA




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orator's arm, aid bore him off to the Senatorial saneturn.
'Here's the Bourbon, Douglas,' said Seward; try some
-its sixty years old.'
'Seward,' remarked Douglas, 'I have made to-day tlh
longest speech ever delivered; history has no parallel for
it.'
How is that?' rejoined Seward, You spoke about two
hours only!'
'Don't you recollect that a moment pefore 1 obtained
the floor you invited, me to partake of some Bourbon
twenty years old, and now immediately after closing my
rmnarks, you extend to me some of the same liquor, with
the assertion that it is sixty years old! a forty years
speech was never delivered before.'
Seward acknowledged the 'corn,' and the two enemies
(politically) smiled.'
-------
Mn. LINCOLN being found fault "with for making another
call' said that if the country required it, he would continue to do so until the matter stood as described by a
Western Provost Marshal out West who says:
c I listened a short time since, to a butternut clad individual, who succeeded in making good his escape, expatiate most eloquently on the rigidness with which the con.
scription was enforced south of the Tennessee river. His
response to a question propounded by a citizen ran somewhat in this wise: 'Do they conscript close over the
river?'  Hell, stranger, I should think they did! Tey
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this is correct the confederacy has at least a ghost of a
chance left.'
And of another, a methodist minister in Kansas, living or
a small salary, who was greatly troubled to get his quarterly instalment. He at last told the non-paying trustees
that he must have his money, as he was suffering for the
necessaries of life. 'Money!' replied the trustees, 'you
preach for money?'. We thought you preached for the
good of souls!'  Souls ' responded the reverend. 'I
can't eat souls-and if I could, it would take a thousand
such as yours to make a meal!' That soul is the point,
sir, said the President.
-— o ---
Mr. Lincoln Telleth Another Story.
Judge Baldwin, of California, an old and highly respectable and sedate gentleman, called a few days since on Gen.
Halleck, and presuming upon a familiar acquaintance in
California a few years since, solicited a pass outside of our
lines to see a brother in Virginia, not thinking that he
would meet with a refusal, as both his brother and himself
were good Union men.  We have been deceived too often,'
said General Halleck, 'and I regret I can't grant it'
Judge B. then went to Stanton and was very briefly dis.
posed of with the same result. Finally he obtained an in.
terview with Lincoln, and stated his case.  Have you applied to General Halleck?' inquired the President. ' And
met with a flat refusal,' said Judge B.  Then you must
me Stanton.' continued the President. 'I have, and with




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the same result,' was the reply. 'Well, then,' said Old
Abe, with a smile of good humor, 'I can do nothing; for
you must know that I have very little influence with this Ad.
ministration.'
The Vice-President.
Vice-President Hamlin must get some new clothes.
During a recent visit to Boston an acquaintance who ap.
preciated the character of the man rather than the external evidences of position and power, passing him in the
street met a jolly Jack in full naval costume. Thinking
it might be gratifying announcement, our friend pointed to
the Vice-President, saying:
There, my boy, is Mr. Hamlin, the Vice-President.'
Jack looked doubtful and dubious for a moment, and
then indignantly said:,Tell that to the marines. Do you suppose that your
Uncle Abraham would let the Vice-President loose in that
sort of rig; see, he's got a cable tier kink in his hat, and
he's pretty darned seedy all over. If he isn't one of Jeff
Davis's guerrillas, he's in danger of being picked up for
one, if he goes where Uncle Sam's men keep their weather
eye open.'
Prosident Lincoln Presented with a Pair of Socks.
At the Presidential reception on Saturday, Major French
presented to the President a pair of woollen socks, knit




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UNCLE ABB'9 JOKES,


expressely for the President by Miss Addie Brockway, of
Newburyport, Mass. On the bottom of each was knit the
secession flag; and near the top the glorious stars and
stripes of our Union, so that when worn by the President
he will always have the flag of the rebellion under hs feet.
These socks were sent by the maker to Mrs. WVm. B. Todd,
of this city, and at her request Major French presented
them with a few appropriate remarks. They were most
pleasantly and graciously received by the President.
-— oLincoln's First and Last rl'Jht in New Orleans.
The cholera was raging at the time I last visited New
Orleans 'Twas just dusk and everything seemed unusual
quiet. I met but few people as I hurried on to the St.
Charles, which I found after repeated enquiries. Everything had a neglected, desert 2, wo-begone look which
was rather home-sickening. So I supped, called for a
room and went to bed but not to sleep, for the musquetoes,
oh! horrors, were as thick as bees in a hive; they bit, bit,
bit, till I felt as if every pore in my body was furnishing
supper to a horde of savages. In vain I sloped and fought,
they were too much for me, 1 dressed myself, determined
to walk the streets till morning before I would suffer such
torment It was not very dark nor very light, just suffi.
cient to discrn objects when your eyes became accustomed
to tlhe darkness; I had barely emerged into the street when
I hit my foot against something and fell full length across
it on the walk; picking myself up I began to feel t- Pei




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what it was; just then a light appeared with two men bear
ing a coffin, which was placed on the one I had fallen over
my first impulse was to get back to my room, but the
knowledge of the infernal insects which infested it detered me, and I hastened on; I had not gone far when I fetched bolt upright. Well, this is queer, I thought, no more
coffins I hope-but the low tone of several men as they removed them into a cart that stood ready, convinced me as
well as my eyes which were getting used to the darkness.
I counted one, two, three, and up to fifteen; my heart sickened, I turned, retraced my steps; warfare was better than
this, though my foes were legions. Dark, shadowy forms
were flitting every few steps across the way bearing the
dead; no sound was heardi n the street, save the low rumble of carts filled with victims to the dreadful scourge.
I found my room at last —how, I never knew; I laid down
and prayed for the morning light, but the musquitoes, as
if to make up for the lost time, redoubled their depredations. An idea struck me, 1 would get under the bed and
perhaps elude them, I did and had peace for full five minutes
how I enjoyed it; but they found me, and I beat a retreat;
feeling about I discovered a fire-place and a wooden fireboard partly before it. I have it, and my heart gave o-ne
leap of joy, I shook my fist at the humming torments, and
doubling myself up, crawled into the fire-place, bringing
the fire-board after me the best 1 could; I had air, and if it
did not smell very pure, why it was better than having
one's blood drawn away in the smallest possible fractions
let alone the sensation after it'. the stench grew stronger
and stronger. No wonder, thought I, that people die her.
I began to grow curious and commenced feeling about 




iM                OLD ABn'S JOKE,
cautiously first, then more daring, my hand went down into
a vessel containing, not exactly cider and dough-nuts, but
what might have passed for them if eyes only were used.
I found some water and after washing over and over again
that hand, I went below, enquired if any vessel was to
leave that day, for it was already light and the inmates
astir. They said yes, and with rapid strides I found my
way to the levee where a steamer was ready to sail.
Thank Heaven, I muttered, business must take care of itself, I'm off. The remembrance of that awful night will
haunt me to the grave.'
Too Good to be Lost
'Old Abe,' who presides at the National White House,
is very fond of a good joke, and is in the habit of telling
them, greatly to the amusement, and not unfrequently at
the expense of his most particular friends. We have
heard one lately, which, we think, will turn the tables upon
the President. The conversation is said to have occurred between an old Illinois farmer and a member of Congress from Missouri, at Willard's Hotel, in Washington
city.
Mr. R., the member, was in one of the sitting rooms of
the hotel, quietly puffing his cigar and reading the New
York   Herald,' when he was approached by a rough,
burly, middle-aged man, and the following dialogue is
mid to have occurred between them:
ILLrNOm FARMER. ' Sir, to make frers understand you




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are a meer of Congress from the great State of Mi
souri.
MB.. ' You are correctly informed, sir, I represet
the          Congressional District, in that State.'
I. F. 'I am from Illinois, sir; am in Washington city,
on no particular business-just looking round a little, to
see how 'the cat jumps.'
MR. R.    I am glad to know you, sir; Illinois and Missouri ought to be good friends. and I shall be most happy
to serve you in any way that I can.'
I. F. ' Well, sir, I don't want anything except to see
this d-  d infernal rebellion put down, it's nearly ruined us out West; I have already lost one son, and I would
not be surprised if I lost them all before the war is over,
for they are all in it, several of them with that brave fel.
low, John Logan.'
MR. R. ' Sir, you have my earnest sympathies, both in
your desire to see the rebellion crushed, and in the severe
loss you have met with in the death of your son. I hope
the Government will finally triumph in this wicked war,
which has been forced upon it.'
I. F. 'Arc you much acquainted in Illinois? Do you
know Mr, Browning? and if so what do you think of
him '
MR. R. 'I know Mr. Browning very well, sir. I
think very highly of him. He is a good man, sir, and oe
of the first statesmen of the country.'
I. F.  Well, sir, are you, acquainted with ' old Dick t'
he's been my representative in Congress for a long while.
MR. R.   You allude, I su' pose, to Col. Dick Richardn, of Quincj?'




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L P.   He's the b'hoy, sir; what do you think of him tf
MB. B. 'Col. R. is a patriotic and good man, a little
too much steeped in Democracy.'
I. F. ' Never mind his Democracy, that will never
hurt him half so much as the mean whiskey he drinks; I
tell you, Dick's a glorious fellow; I like to hear him after
that miraculous genius, Trumbull, who, I 'spose, wears as
small a gizzard as any man that ever entered the Senate.
After all though, my friend Stephen A. was the man, he
could 'take the starch out of any of them,' and if he had
lived, sir, I believe this infernal rebellion would have been
over.'
MR. It.  Very likely, sir,; Mr. Douglass was a noble
man; he would have exerted a vast influence, if he had
lived, over the fate of our unhappy country.'
I. F. ' Well, sir, do you know ' Old Abe?'
MB. R.   I have that honor.'
I. F. ' Well, I don't consider there is much honor
about it, but I'd just like to know what you think of
him.'
MR. R.    Well, sir, I am inclined to think well of the
President: I believe he loves his country, sir. He is surrounded by great difficulties, and is doing the best he caa
to surmount them. He is frequently persuaded to do
things which I think his better judgment does not approve,
I believe he is honest, sir.'
L F. 'Well, my friend, I see that 'Abe'has rather
taken you in. I know him a devilish sight better than
most men. I have known him 'like a book' for thirty.
five years. I knew him when he was a rail-splitter, and
I tell you he never did an honest day's work at tle buli



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Ma3


in bie life. If he had 100 rails to hew he aways
got-tnem from somebody else's pile! I knew him when
he was a grocery keeper, and he alwayskept bad whiskey,
cut a fellow's dram short, and charged two prices. With
some folks Lincoln had the reputation of being very
honest and not very smart; but I tell you, sir, he's d —d
smart and none too honest? (somewhat excited and the
crowd gathering around). I tell you, sir, I know ' Abe'
like a book, sir, and by the eternal, what I say is true?'
MR. R. (Somewhat confused) —' Sir, J was just about
taking a mint julep; will you have the kindness to join
me?'
L F.   If you are tired of talking, with all my heart,
air. Missouri and Illinois must stand together, sir. I
tell you, by the shades of Old Hickory and Benton, they
must work and fight for the old Union, Missouri and Illinois axe the greatest states in the Union, sir. If they'll
stand together, breast to breast, they can knock h —ll out
of South Carolina and the whole South, and then, if need
be,'turn round and shovel Ne3w England into the ocean.'
Exeunt to the bar room.




BALLADS
OF
THE   NORTH.




~BItt$ of f it Wag.
GOD SAVE THE NATION I
BY THEODORE TILTON.
TH)OU who ordainest, for the land's salvation,
Famine, and fire, and sword, and lamentation,
Now unto Thee we lift our supplicationGod save the Nation 
By the great sign, foretold, of Thy Appearing,
Coming in clouds, while mortal men stand fearing,
Show us, amid this smoie of battle, clearing,
Thy chariot nearing I
By the brave blood that floweth like a river,
Burl Thou a thunderbolt from out Thy quiver 1
Break Thou the strong gates 1 Every fetter shiver!
Smite and deliverl
Slay Thou our foes, or turn them to derison I —
Then, in the blood-red Valley of Decision,
Make the land green with Peace, as in a vision
Of fields Elysian I
ThUi hymn has been twelve tines se to musiko




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FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION. 18


A path to the country where Freedom abides I
Division! No, never? The Union foreverl
And cursed be the hand that our country would
sever?
V.
The Union! The Union! In God we repose!
We confide in the power that vanquished our foest
Th1 God of our fathers. Oh, still may He be
The strength of the Union, the hope of the free 
Division  No, never! The Union forever!
And cursed be the hand that our country would
sever 
FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION.
BY T. BUCHANAN READ.
THE stars of morn on our bannter borne
With the iris of heaven are blended;
The hand of our sires first mingled those fire
And by us they shall be defended.
CHORUS.
Then hail the true Red, White. and Blue,
The flag of the constellation;
It sails as it sailed by our forefathers hailed,
O'er battles that made us a nation.
What hand so bold, as strike from its fold,
One star or one stripe of its bright'ning 
For him be those stars each a fiery Mars,
Each stripe be a terrible lightning.
Tlen hail the true Red, etc.
Its meteor form shall ride the storm,
Till the fiercest of foes surrender;
The storm gone by, it shall gild the sky,
A rainbow of peace and of splendor
Then hail the true Red, etc.




WAR SONSG.


'N


Peace to the world, is our motto unfurled,
Though we shun not the field that is gory;
At home or abroad, fearing none but our God,
We will carve our own pathway to glory.
Then hail the true Red, etc.
WAR SONG.
BY WILLIAM H. C. HOSMEL.
WITH sword on thigh, "to do or die,"
I march to meet the foe;
A pirate band have cursed the land,
Then deal the deadly blow.
To Richmond on, and write upon
Her walls the words of doom;
Secession's horde from Freedom's sword'
Deserves a bloody tomb.
Sound, bugle, sound; a rally round
The Star-flag of the Free;
Nursed by a flood of generous blood
Was Freedom's sacred tree.
Accursed by God in dust he trod
Rebellion's hellish horde;
The fiends to tame hearts are aflame
With cannon peal and sword.
'Tis hard to leave the babes that grieve
For a fond, absent sire;
His cherished wife, charm of his life
To brave the battle's fire.
But duty calls, and loudly falls
Our war-cry on the ear;
Our banners wave above the brave.Then on I and know not fear.




HE SLEEPS WHERE HE FELL.


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HE SLEEPS WHERE HE FELL.
ANONYMOUS.
HE sleeps where he fell 'mid the battle's roar,
With his comrades true and brave;
And his noble form we shall see no more,It rests in a hero's grave:
Where the rebel foe in his might came forth,
With all his power and pride;
And our gallant men from the rugged North
Like patriots fought and died.
He sleeps near the hill where bright flowers grow,
In the wildest woodland shade;
Where the valley stream, in the dell below,
With an echo fills the glade;
Where the boasting lines of the traitor-South
Filed up, o'er- the grassy banks,
Till the bursting shells from our cannon's mouth
Flung death in their broken ranks.
He sleeps 'neath the sod where I prayerfully knelt,
While the enemy round me stood,
As I took from the corse his battle-belt,
Still wet with his heart's warm blood;
And the summer day closed its light on earth,
And my soul grew sad with pain,
As they bore me away with oaths and mirth,
O'er piles of the bleeding slain.
He sleeps where the blest of our glorious dead
Were left on the sacred land;
Where the daring deeds, ere his spirit fled,
He led with a bold command I
He sleeps-yes, he sleeps, undisturbed by war,
Though tyrants tramp o'er his breast;
For, with those who slumber in glory afar,
He takes an immortal rest.
Fori Delaware.




18 THE RED STAIN ON THE LEA VEa


THE RED STAIN ON THE LEAVES,
BY G. W. BUNGAY.
THE wood-bird's nest upon the bcugh
Deserted hlngs, and heaped with leaves;
Once filled with life and joy, but now
Sad as a stricken heart that grieves.
Amid the light of such a scene,
Where silent vales and hills are clad
In gayest hues of gold and green,
Why should the human heart be sad t
Yet sombre thoughts flit through the mind,
And pass unspoken and unsung,
As leaves, touched by the autumn wind,
Fall from the twigs to which they clung.
Here, like the patriarch in kis dream,
We see the ladder angels trod;
The mountains to our vision seem
A footstool at the throne of God.
The veils of golden mist that rise
Over the woodlands to the sea,
Drop where the gallant soldier lies,
Whose furlough is eternity.
Upon the leaves now sear and red,
That once were flakes of fire to me,
I see the blood our armies shed,
Th.at our dear country may be free,
FOLLOWING THE DRUM.
KISS me good-by, my dear!" he said;
"When I come back we will be wed."
Crying, she kissed him, " Good-by, Ned I"
And the soldier followed the drum,
The drum,
The echoing, echoing drum.




THE DYING SOLDIER.


Rataplan  Rataplan   Rataplan 
Follow me, follow me, each true man;
Living or dying, strike while you can I
And the soldiers followed the drum,
The drum,
The echoing, echoing drum.
Proudly and firmly march off the men;
Who had a sweetheart thought cf her then I
Tears were coming, but brave lips smiled wb m
The soldiers followed the drum,
The drum,
The echoing, echoing drum.
One with a woman's curl next to his heart,
He felt her last smile pierce like a dart;
She thought " death in life" comes when we pai
From soldiers following the drum,
The drum,
The echoing, echoing drum.
THE DYING SOLDIER.
WEARY and worn to a skeleton form
He lay on a couch of pain,
And his wish at even, his prayer at morn,
Were to visit his home again.
He talked of his mother far away,
And he talked of his lonely wife,
When the fever frenzied his burning head
And loosened his hold of life.
He talked of his home, the fair free land,
The home of his childhood's play;
He talked of his babe, and the large tears fel
And rolled from his cheeks away.




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TrHE DYING SOL DIER.


We told him his feet might never again
Walk over his native sod,
But ere long they should tread the golden streets,
At home in the city of God.
And we said though his eye should never behold
The forms of his earth's deep love,
He should wait for them there, by the life river fair,
In the garden of beauty above.
But he wept, and he talked of his burial lone
In a stranger's unnoticed bed,That no rose by affection's hand would be trained
To wave o'er his grave when dead.
We told him that God would mark the spot
Where all of his children lay,
And not one of his loved ones be forgot
On the resurrection day.
But he sighed and whispered-" So long, so long,
So many long weary years I
And my lonely wife and little one
Alone in a vale of tears."
We told him the Word of God had gone forth,
In truth and holiness,
As the Friend of the widow's lonely life,. The Guide of the fatherless.
When death had stilled that loving heart,
Kind hands with gentle care
Had saved for her, that lonely wife,
One tress of his long, bright hair.
Then they wrapped the worn-out soldier's clothes
Round the martyred hero's breast,
And in his rude, unvarnished bed,
Laid him sadly, away to rest.
Not a hymn was sung, not a prayer was raised,
Not a word of counsel said,
lut the hireling's rude, uncareful hands
Piled the damp mould o'er his head.    M.




NORTITHMEIN, COME OUT.
NORTHMEN, COME OUT!
DEDICATED TO THE MASSACRUEIETTS REGIMENTS
TY CHARLES GODFREY LELAND(AIR-Burschen herus )
NORTHMEN, come out I
Forth unto battle with storm and shout I
Freedom calls you once again,
To flag and fort and tented plain;
Then come with drum and trump and song,
And raise the war-cry wild and strong:
Northmen, come out I
Northmen, come out!
The foe is waiting round about,
With paixhan, mortar, and petard,
To tender us their Beau-regard;
With shot and shrapnell, grape and shell
We give them back the fire of hell.;
Northmen, come out 1
Northmen, come out!
Give the pirates a roaring rout;
Out in your strength and let them know
How Working Men to Work. can go.
Out in your might and let them feel
How Mudsills strike when edged with steel!
Northmen, come out l
Northmen, come out I
Come like your grandsires stern and stout;
Though Cotton be of Kingly stock,
Yet royal heads may reach the block;
The Puritan taught it once in pain,
His sons shall teach it once again:
Northmen; come out 1


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22   0 UR CO UNTRY IS CAL, N1G.


Northmen, come out!
Forth into battle with storm and sbontt
He who lives with victory's blest,
He who dies gains peaceful rest.
Living or dying, let us be
Still vowed to God and Liberty I
Northmen, come out 
OUR COUNTRY IS CALLING.
BY F. H. HEDGE, D. D.
[Wohlauf! Cameraden! aufs Pferd, aufs Pferd.
OUR country is calling 1 Go forth! go forth I
To danger and glory, ye gallants!
In danger your manhood must prove its worth,
There hearts are weighed in the balance;
And he who would win his life at last
Must throw it all on the battle's cast.
Our country is calling, our country that bleeds
With daggers that Treason has planted;
Tis Honor that beckons where Loyalty leads,
We follow with spirits undaunted.
The soldier who fronts death face to face
Is foremost now of the patriot race.
Our country is calling! we come! we come 
For Freedom and Union we rally;
Our heart-beat echoes the beating drum,
Our thoughts with the trumpet tally;
Each bosom pants for the doomrful day,
When the rebels shall meet us in battle array.
Our country is calling with names that of old
Emblazoned America's story;
May those of to-day, when its tale shall be told,
Blaze with them forever in glory! 
Be our banner redeemed the reward of our scars,
No scathe on its stripes and no cloud on its stars I




THE SOLDIER'S MO7TfE ER.          2
THE SOLDIER'S MOTHER.!T is night; almost morning-the clock has struck
three;
Who can tell where, this moment, my darling may
be!
On the window has gathered the moisture like dew;
I can see where the moonbeams steal tremblingly
through;
It is cold, but not windy,-how dreary and damp
It must be for our soldiers exposed in the camp I
Though I know it is warmer and balmier there,
Yet I shrink from the thought of the chilling night
air;
For he never was used to the hardships of men
When at home, for I shielded and cherished him then;
And to all that could tend to his comfort I saw,For he seemed like a child till he went to the War I
He is twenty, I know; and boys younger than he,
In the ranks going by, every day we can see;
And those stronger and prouder, by far I have met,
But I never have seen a young soldier, as yet,
With so gallant a mien, or so lofty a brow,How the sun and the wind must have darkened it
now;
How he will have been changed when he comes from
the South!With his beard shutting out the sweet smiles of his
mouth;
And the tremulous beauty, the womanly grace,
Will be bronzed from the delicate lines of his face,
'Where, of late, only childhood's soft beauty I saw,For he seemed like a child till he went to the War 1
He was always so gentle, and ready to yield;
And so frank, there was nothing kept back or cor
cealed;
He was always so sparkling with laughter and joy,




24   THE DEAD DR UMMER-BO Y.


I had thought he never could cease being a boy;
But when sounded the cannon for battle, and when
Rose the rallying cry of our Nation for men,
From the dream-loving mood of his boyhood he passed
From his path the light fetters of pleasure he cast;
And rose, ready to stand in the perilous van,
Not the tremulous boy, but the resolute man;
And I gazed on him sadly, with trembling and awe,He was only a child till he went to the War!
There are homes that are humbler and sadder than
ours;
There are ways that are barer of beauty and flowers;
There are those that must suffer for fire and bread,
Living only to sorrow and wish they were dead;
I must try and be patient-I must not repineBut what heart is more lonely, more anxious than mine!
Or what hearth can be darker than mine seems to be,
Now the glow of the firelight is all I can see,Where my darling, in beauty, so lately I saw,He was only a child, till he went to the War 1
THE DEAD DRUMMER-BOY.
'MIDST tangled roots that lined the wild ravine
Where the fierce fight raged hottest through the day,
And where the dead is scattered heaps were seen,
Amid the darkling forest's shade and sheen,
Speechless in death he lay.
The setting sun, which glanced athwart the place
In slanting lines, like amber-tinted rain,
F 11 sidewise on the drummer's upturned face,
Where death had left his gory finger's trace
In one bright crimson stain.




.I'HE SOLDIER'S '" GC, ',D-R " 


26


The silken fringes of his once bright eye
Lay like a shadow on his cheek so fair;
His lips were parted by a long-drawn sigh,
That with his soul had mounted to the sky
On some wild martial air.
No more his hand the fierce tatoo shall beat,
The shrill reveile, or the long roll's call,
)r sound the charge, when in the smoke and hem
Of fiery onset, foe with foe shall meet,
And gallant men shall fall.
et may be in some happy home, that one,
A mother, reading from the list of dead,
Shall chance to view the name of her dear son,
And move her lips to say, " God's will be done I"
And bow in g ief her head.
But more than this what tongue shall tell his stof 
Perhaps his boyish longings were for fame;
He lived, he died; and so, memento moi,Enough if on the page of War and Glory
Some hand has wY it his name.
THE SOLDIER'S ' GOOD-BY."
BY MARY E NEALY.
GOOD-BY, my wife, my child, my friend,
'Tis hard to leave you all;
But there's a God in heaven above
Will bless and shield you with His love,
If I am doomed to fall.
You know I could not stay, dear love,
When over all the land
The shot of Sumter circled round,
And lifted, at a single bound,
This mighty patriot-band,




6 6   THE SOLDIER'S " GCOD-BY."


A thrill that never else had swept
Across this soul of mine,
Stirred up each tingling drop of blood,
Ready to pour a votive flood
Upon my countriy's shrine.
O dearest! there's a manhood lies,
Deep in these slender forms,
We know not of, till in our skies
Such clouds of danger o'er us rise
To fill our land with storms.
Then, like a mountain stream it comes,
A stream of power and might;
It echoes to the beat of drums,
It quails not when the fiery bombs
Break fiercely on the sight.
This war is sad; but I thank God
For this one blessed taste
Of manhood, strong within my blood;Of strength unknown, a mighty flood
Which else had gone to waste.
My arms seemed braced with nerves of steel
My soul is firm and strong;
And, dearest, even now I feel
The power to crush beneath my heel
The share of this foul wrong.
The man who springs not to his sword
In such a time as thlis,
To see his country's fame restored,
Is weak as be who slew his Lord
With a deceitful kiss.
Then ask me not. I cannot stay,
My own, my blessed wife;
The God that looks on us to-day
Will listen to you when you pray,
And shield your soldier's life.




FOL UNTEER'S WIFE TO HIERU HUSBAND. 2'


Yet if I come not back again,
But fall beside my foe,
This blood will not be spilled in vain
Though it should fall like crimson rain
Where crimson waters flow.
I'm strong enough to die, dear love,
In such a cause as ours;
For I shall see fiom Heaven above
Freedom's fair bow above you wave,
Entwined with Freedom's powers
Now kiss me one " good-by," my wife,
Your task is worse than mine;
For while I revel in the strife,
You can but pray for this poor life,
With heroism divine.
'Tis weary-all tile dark suspense
A woman has to bear:
The anguished thoughts, the woe inter.,
While booming cannon bear her hence
A fear for every prayer.
But you-you must be strong and bright,
You are a soldier's wife:
I'll think of you by day and night,
Your love shall nerve me in the fight;
Good-by, my love, my life 1
THE VOLUNTEERS' WIFE TO HER HUSBANTI
DON'T stop a moment to think, John,
Your country calls-then go;
Don't think of me or the children, John,
I'll care for them you know.
Leave the corn upon the stalks, John,
Potatoes on the hill,




"28 VOLUNTEER'S WIFE TO HER HUSBAND.
And the pumpkins on the vines, JohnI'll gather them with a will.
But take your gun nnd go, John,
Take your gun and go,
For Ruth can drive the oxen, John,
And I can use the hoe.
i've heard my glandsire tell, John,
(He fought at Bunker Hill,)
How he counted all his life and wealth
His country's offering still.
Shall we shame the brave old blood, John,
That flowed on Monmouth Plain?
No! take your gun and go, John,
If you ne'er return again.
Then take your gun and go, etc.
Our army's short of blankets, John,
Then take this heavy pair;
I spun and wove them when a girl,
And worked them with great care.
There's a rose in every corner, John,
And there's my name you see;
On the cold greund they'll warmer feel
That they were made by me.
Then take your gun and go, etc,
And if it be God's will, John,
You ne'er come back again,
I'll do my best for the children John,
In sorrow want and pain.
In winter nights I'll teach them all
That I have learned at school,
To love the country, keep the laws,
Obey the Savour's rule.
Then take your gun and go, etc,
And in the village church, John,
-And at our humble board,
We'll pray that God will keep you, Joha,
And heavenly aid afford;




KISS ME, MOTHER. AND LET ME GO. 29
And all wl4 love their country's cause
Will love and bless you too,
And nights and mornings they will pray
For freedom and for you.
Then take your gun and go, etc
And now good-by to you, JohnI cannot say farewell;
We'll hope and pray for the best, John;
God's goodness none can tell.
Be his great arm around you John,
To guard you night and day;
Be our beloved country's shield,
Till the war has passed away.
Then take your gun and go, etc.
KISS ME, MOTHER, AND LET ME GO.
BY MISS NANCY A. W. PRIEST.
BAVE you heard the news that I heard to-day t
The news that trembles on every lip?
fhe sky is darker again, they say,
And breakers threaten tho good old ship.
)ur country calls on her sons again.
To strike in her name, at a dastard foe;
She asks for six hundred thousand men;
I would be one, mother. Let me go.
The love of my country was born with me;
I remember how my young heart would thrill
When I used to sit on my grandame's knee
And list to the story of Bunker Hill.
Life gushed out there in a rich red flood;
My grandshire fell in that fight you know;Would you have me shame the brave old blood t
Nay, kiss me, mother, and let me go.




30     A MOTITER'S ANS WVER.I


Our flag, the flag of our hope and pride,
With its stars and stripes, and its field of blues
Is mocked, insulted, torn down, defied,
And trampled upon by the rebel crew.
And England and France look-on and sneer,
"Ha I queen of the earth, thou art fallen low "
Earth's downtrod millions weep and fear;
So kiss me, mother, and let me go.
Under the burning Southern skies.
Our brothers languish in heart-sick pain,
They turn to us with their pleading eyes;
0 mother, say, shall they turn in vain?
Their ranks are thinning from sun to sun,
Yet bravely they hold at bay the foe;
Shall we let them die there, one by one?
So kiss me, mother, and let me go.
Can you selfishly cling to your household joys,
Refusing this smallest tithe to yield,
While thousands of mothers are sending boys
Beloved as yours to the battle-field?
Can you see my country call in vain,
And restrain my arm from the needful blow?
Not so, though your heart should break with pain
You will kiss me, mother, and let me go.
A MOTHER'S ANSWER.
" I HAVE KISSED HIM AND LET HIM GO."
HE'S my own boy, and this is my plea:
Perhaps it is foolish and weak;
But mothers I'm sure will have pity on me,
And some word will tenderly speak.
The light of my homne-my tears fall like rainIs it a wonder I shrink from the blowThat my heart is crushed by its weight of paint
But I've kissed him. and let him go.




A MOTHER'S ANSWER.


I


There are some, I know, who feel a strange pride
In giving their country their all,Who count it a glory that boys from their side,
In the strife are so ready to fall.
Iut I, sitting here, have no pride in my heart;
(God forgive me that this should be so!)
For the boy that I love the tears still start,
Yet I've kissed him, and let him go.
Last night, with soft steps, I stole to his bed
As oft in childhood I'd done;
On his pillow I bowed my poor, stricken head
Till out of the east rose the sun.
His dreams were of me; for he turned in his sleep,
And murmured "Dear mother!" so low,
I bit my pale lips lest they'd cowardly speak
" 0, my darling,-I can't let you go!"
This morning I blessed him; I stifled my pain;
1 bade him be true to his trust;
To stand by the flag till his country again
Should raise its proud head from the dust
I knew by the light in his beautiful eyes,By his face with courage aglow,He'd fight to the last. I choked back my sighs,
While I kissed him, and let hir. go.
Bnt oh, sitting here, this desolate day,
Still there comes no feeling of pride;
But One knows my need, and to Iim will I pray,
I can trust Him whatever betide.
And if he shall fall,-(O, faint heart, be still 1)
I knew He will soften the blow,
And I yet may feel a patriot's thrill
That I kissed him, and let him go.




2    THE  SOLDIER'S DREAM OF 1HOMEI
THE SOLDIERS DREAM OF HOME.
BY CAROLINE A MASON.
TOU have put the children to bed, Alice,Maud and Willie and Rose;They have lisped their sweet " Our Father,'
And sunk to their night's repose.
Did you think of me, dear Alice?
Did they think of me, and say,
Goi bless him, and God bless him!
Dear father far away?"
Oh, my very heart grows sick, Alice,
I long so to behold
Rose, with her pure, white forehead,
And Maud, with her curls of gold
'And Willie, so gay and sprightly,
So merry and full of glee;
Oh, my heart yearns to enfold ye,
'My " sm.ling group of three I"
I can bear the noisy day, Alice,
The camp life, gay and wild,
Shuts from my yearning bosom
Thoughts of wife and child:
But when the night is round me,
And under its strong beams
I gather my cloak about me,
I dream such long, sad dreams I
1 think of the pale young wife, Alic,
Who looked up in my face
When the drum beat at evening,
And called me to my place.
I think of the three sweet birdlings
Left in the dear home-nest,
lnd my soul is sick with longings
That will not be at rest.




THE RESPONSE,


a


Oh, when will the war be over, Alice!
Oh, when shall I behold
Rose, with her pure, white forehead,
And Maud, with her curls of gold;
And Will, so gay and sprightly,
So merry and full of glee,
And, more than all, the dear wife
Who bore my babes to me?
God guard and keep you all, Alice;
God guard and keep me, too;
For if only one were missing,
What would the other do?
Oh, when will the war be over,
And when shall I behold
Those whom I love so dearly,
Safe in the dear home-fold?
THE RESPONSE.
I HAVE put the children to bed, Harry,Rose and Willie and Maud;They have sung their hymns together,
And whispered their prayer to God,
Then Rose said, gently smiling,
"Come, Willie and Maud, now say,
God bless the dear, sweet father,Father so far away 1"
And such a glad trust arose, Harry,
In this sad heart of mine,
For I felt that God would keep you
Safe in His hand divine.
And I kissed their pure, young foreheads,
And said, "He is over all I
He counteth -the hair of your heads, darling&
And noteth the sparrow's falL"




.34


GONE TO THE WAR.


Then I sung them to their sleep, Harry,
With hymns all trust and love,
And I knew that God was listening
From His graeious throne above.
And since that calm, sweet evening,
I have felt so happy, dear!
And so have the children, Harry;
They seem to know no fear.
They talk of your coming home, Harry
As something sure to be;
I list to their childish pratings,
Nor care to oheck their glee.
For oh, 'tis a cause so noble,
And you so brave and true;
And God protects His own, Harry,
And surely will watch o'er you.
So keep up a brave good heart, Harry I
God willing —and HIe knows bestWe'll welcome you, safe and happy,
Back to the dear home-nest.
And Maud and Rose and Willie
Shall yet, with a moistened eye,
Give thanks to the dear good Father,
While you stand tearful by.
GONE TO THE WAR.
BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.
MY Charlie has gone to the war,
My Charlie so brave and tall;
He left his plough in the furrow
And flew at his country's call
May God in safety keep him,
My precious boy-my all




GENTL Y  GENTLY!


8a


GENTLY! GENTLY!
Among the wounded was a young soldier whose limbs were feefully shattered Though evidently in intense pain, he uttered no
ca; but, as the carriers raised the "stretcher" he was on, he
wirapered, " Gently I gently l"
Though he neither sighs nor groans,
Death is busy with his bones:
Bear him o'er the jutting stones
GentlyI gently 
Sisters, faithful to your voc
Swathe his limbs and cool his brow:
Peace I his soul is passing now
Gently! gently I
He has fallen in the strife I
Tell it to his widowed wife,
And to her who gave him life,
Gently I gentlyt
Loudly praise the brave who gem
With their blood our diadem:
And their faults-oh, speak of them
Gently I gently 1
MARCH ALONG.
BY GEORGE H. BOKER.
SOLDIERS are we from the monntain and valley,
Soldiers are we from the hill and the plain;
Under the flag of our fathers we rally;
Death, for its sake, is but living again
Then march along, gay and strong,
March to battle with a song 1
March, march along!




36


GENTLYI GENTLY 


We have a history told of our nation,
We have a name that.must never go down;
Heroes achieved it through toil and privation 
Bear it on, bright with its ancient renown I
Then march along, et.
Who that shall dare say the flag waving o'er us,
Which floated in glory from Texas to Maine,
Must fall, where our ancestors bore it before us,
Writes his own fate on the roll of the slain.
Then march along, etc.
Look at it, traitors, and blush to behold itt
Quail as it flashes its stars in the sun 
Think you a hand in the nation will fold it,
While there's a hand that can level a gun t
Then march along, etc.
Carry it onward till victory earn it
The rights it once owned iu the land of the free;
Then, in God's name, in our fury we'll turn it
Full on the treachery over the seal
Then march along, etc.
England shall feel what a vengeance the liar
Stores in the bosom he aims to deceive;
England shall feel how God's truth can inspire;
England shall feel it, but only to grieve.
Then march along, etc.
Peace shall unite us again and forever,
Though thousands lie cold in the graves of these
wars;
Those who survive them shall never prove, never,
False to the flag of the stripes and the stars I
Then march along, gay and strong,
March to the battle with a song 1
March, march along I




THE LAST BROADSIDE.


17


"THE LAST     BROADSIDE."
BY ELIZABETH T. PORTER BEACH.
The following lines were written upon bearing of the heroism of
the crew of the "Frigate Cumberland," in the engagement at
"Hampton Roads," who bravely fired a. last 'Broadsiae" whik
their ship was si, inking, compliance with the order of their Coom
manding Officer, the gallant hero, Lieutenant Morris.
"ShaU we give them a Broadside as she goes?"
BHALL we give them a Broadside, my boys, as she
goes 
Shall we send yet another to TELL,
In iron-tongued words, to Columbia's foes,
How bravely her sons say Farewell?
Ay! what though we sink 'neath the turbulent wave,
Tis with DUTY and RIGHT at the helm;
And over the form should the fierce waters rave,
No tide can the spirit o'erwhelm I
For swift o'er the billows of Charon's dark stream
We'll pass to the Immortal shore,
Where the "waters of life " in brilliancy beam,
And the pure float in peace evermore I
Shall we give them a Broadside once more, my brave
men?
" Ay  Ay I" rose the full, earnest cry;
A Broadside! A Broadside! vwe'll give them again I
Then for God and the Right nobly die."
Haste 1 Haste?"-for amid all that battling din
Comes a gurgling sound fraught with fear,
As swift flowing waters pour rushingly in;
Up I Up I till her portholes they near.
No blenching!-no faltering!-still fearless all seeem 
Eaoh man firm to duty doth bide;
A flash I and a "Broadside I" a shout I a careen t
And the Cumberland sinks 'neath the tide I




38 THE PATRIOT GIRL TO HER LOVER.


The ' Star Spangled Banner" still floating above I
As a beacon upon the dark wave I
Our Ensign of Glory, proud streaming in love,
O'er the tomb of the " Loyal and Brave I"
Bold hearts! mighty spiritsl "tried gold" of out
land I
A halo of glory your meed!
ll honored, the noble-souled Cumberland band I
So true in Columbia's need I
THE PATRIOT GIRL TO HER LOVER.
BY GEORGE VANDENHOFF.
fARK! the trumpet is seunding, it's a war-note 1
hear;
Arise, arm, and go forth my own Knight;,nd though my hand tremble, my eye drop a tear,
I'll gird on your sword for the fight I,) deem you the maid whose affection you claim,
Though loving as I have loved you,
Could bear without blushing a recreant's name,
To his country, to honor, untrue?
You have vowed that your heart and your hopes are
in me,That you live in the light of my eyes;
let their lovebeam your beacon to victory oe,My hand of your valor the prize 1
Would you win one? Be worthy of her wno would
die
Ere be link'd to a coward or slave;
And yielding her heart's blood would breathe but one
sigh,A prayer her dear country to save.




THE FALLEN SOLDIER.


39


Go forth then and conquer; be strong in the fight;
Think of me, and put heart in each blow.
Strike for Country, for UNION, for LOVE, and for RiGaaH
And down with the insolent foe I
THE FALLEN SOLDIER.
BEAR off your comrade, boya 1 See, he has fallen;
The blow at his leader aimed, he made his own;
Loose from the bridle the stiffened hand, softly:
Only this morning it fed his good roan.
Who knows this brave lad, for he scarce can be
twenty,
That just for his country was eager to die t
Just for his country, without hope of glory,
He dropped from the saddle in darkness to lie.
Bear him in pity, and bear him in anguish;
You think them soft lips, but they changed without
moan;
For I, who rodce next him, sprang forward and
clasped him,
And held both his hands, to the last, in my own.
We knew not the great heart that bore him right
onward,
Beating:ts twenty good years out so well;
But, comrades, I felt the thin hands of his mother,
Bearing up through my own when he fell.
Sad 'tis to think of the lonely brown homestead
Set in the bleak, barren, North hills afar;
There they have loved him so, there they will mourn
him so,
Never returning to them from the war.




48"          ROLL CALL
ROLL CALL.
BY N. G. SHEPHERD.
" CORPORAL Green I" the orderly cried;
" Here!" was the answer, loud and clear,
From the lips of a soldier who stood near;
And " Here 1" was the word the next replied.
"Cyrus Drew!"-then a silence fell;
This time no answer followed the call;
Only his rear-man had seen him fall,
Killed or wounded he could not tell.
There they stood in the failing light,
These men of battle, with grave, dark looks,
As plain to be read as open books;
While slowly gathered the shade of night.
The fern on the hill-sides were splashed with blood
And down in the corn, where the poppies grew
Wore redder stains than the poppies knew;
And crimson-dyed as the river's flood.
For the foe had crossed from the other side
That day, in the face nf a murderous fire
That swept them down in its terrible ire;
And their life-blood went to color the tide.
"Herbert Cline!"-at the call there came
Two stalwart soldiers into the line,
Bearing between them this Herbert Cline,
Wounded and bleeding, to answer his name.
"Ezra Kerr I"-and a voice answered " Here I"
" Hiram Kerr!" but no man replied:
They were brothers, these two; the saS frv
sighed,
And a shadow crept through the corn-field ear.




ROLL CALL.


41


Ephraim Deane I" then a soldier spoke:
" Deane carried our regiment's colors," he said,
" When our ensign was shot; I left him dead,
Just after the enemy wavered and broke.
"Close to the roadside his body lies:
I paused a moment and gave him to drink;
He murmured his mother's name, I think;
And Death came with it and clos, d his eyes."
'Twas a victory-yes: but it cost us dear;
For that company,s roll, when called at night5
Of a hundred men who went into the fight,
Numbered but twenty that answered ' Here I"
THE UNION-RIGHT OR WRONG.
BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.
I.
IN Freedom,s name our blades we draw,
She arms us for the fight I
For country, government, and law,
For Liberty and Right.
The Union must-shall be preserved,
Our flag still o'er us fly 1
That cause our hearts and hands has nerved,
And we will do or die. 
CHORUS.
Then come, ye hardy volunteers,
Around our standard throng,
And pledge man's hope of coming Years,The Union,-right or wrong!
The Union-right or wrong —inspires
The burden of our song;
It was the glory of our siresThe Union-right or wrong I




42    "NEWS FROM THE WAR"


H.
It is the duty of us all
To check rebellion's sway;
To rally at the nation's call,
And we that voice obeyl
Then like a band of brothers go,
A hostile league to break,
To rout a spoil-encumbered foe,
And what is ours retake.
CHORUS.
So come, ye hardy volunteers,
Around our standard throng,
And pledge man's hope of coming yearer
The Union,-right or wrong!
The Union,-right or wrong- inspires
The burden of our song!
It was the glory of our siresThe Union,-right or wrong I
"NEWS FLOM     THE WAR."
TWO women sat at a farm-house door,
Busily reading the news,
While softly around them fair twilight sheds
Her tender shadows and dews.
Peace smiles in the tenderest heaven above i
Peace rests on the landscape fair;
And peace, like a holy spirit of love,
Broods in the balmy air.
But not one ray of peace illumes
Those sad and wistful eyes,
Which search that printed record o'er
As mariners search the skies.




NEWS FROM THEI WA.


43


Look on their faces: one like a rose
Fresh with the beauty of May;
The other, pale as a waning moon
Seen through thin clouds of gray.
Yet, though one is young and the other old,
With the same soft glory they shine;
For they're tinted with tenderest light and shad_
By love,, the artist divine.
Now fast as a radiant vision, fader
The glow of the western skies;
Yet the readers read on,-unmindful of all
Save the paper before their eyes.
Nothing to them the charms of that hour,The magic of meadow and hill;
For spirits bowed down with a weight of car,
Are blind to the beautiful still,
Deeper the shadows of twilight fall;
More hushed grows the dewy air,
When sudden!y breaks on that holy calm
A quick, wild cry of despair.
The younger glances have found it first,That record so sad-and so brief;
Mortally wounded!"-two dread words —
Winged arrows of pain and grief.
" Mortally wounded!" —look again;
Alas I it is all to true;
Not the brave alone, but the fond and fair
Are mortally wounded, too.
He on the battle-field far away;
They, in their quiet home,The wife and the mother, who never more
Shall see their loved hero come




44  SOa OPF 7HE SOLDIERS


The grass will grow where the warrior fell,
And sweet wild flowers may bloom
On the very turf once blackened and burned
By the fearful fires of doom.
But the smiling summers, that come and go,
Can never, never heal
The bleeding bosoms which felt to-day
Something sharper than steel.
"Mortally wounded 1" oh, dread War I
Many a victim is thiie,
Save those who hear your terrible voice
Go thundering along the line 
If we give proud names and echoing hymni,
And build up monuments grand
To the gallant spirits who suffer and fall
In defence of their native land;
Let us yield a tenderer tribute still,Sad tears and a pitying sigh,To the uncrowned martyrs who silently sinl
And die when their heroes die.
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS.
BY PRIVATE MILES O'RIELLY.
AIR —Jamie's on the Stormy Sem
COMRADES known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by memories many,
Brothers ever let us be.
Wounds or sickness may divide us,
Marching orders may divide us,
But, whatever fate betide us,
Brothers of the heart are we.




OUR UNION AND OUR FLAG.


4


Comrades, known by faith the clearest,
Tried when death was near and nearest,
Bound we are by ties the dearest,
Brothers evermore to be.
And, if spared, and growing older,
Shoulder still in line with shoulder,
And with hearts no thrill the colder,
Brothers ever we shall be.
By communion of the banner,Crimson, white, and starry banner,By the baptism of the banner,
Children of one Church are we.
Creed nor faction can divide us,
Race nor language can divide us,
Still whatever fate betide us,
Children of. the Flag are we 1
OUR UNION AND OUR FLAG.
BY RUTH N. CROMWELL.
MY flag, when first those starry folds
Which waved o'er Sumter's band
Received the traitor's murderous fire,
How flashed the tumult through the land
No soul e'er panted for the hour
That lifts it from love's torturing rack
As panted, then, a nation's heart
To hurl the insult back.
If shame then hushed Columbia's breath
And bowed her beauteous form,
Twas but the siroc's awful pause,The lull before the storm
Then men awoke, soul spoke to soul,
And hand grasped hand, for woe or weals
Then wavering hearts were turned to iron,
And nerves were turned to steel




~6    OUR UNION AND OUR FLAG,


Old feuds were not, old parties died;
From vale to mountain crag,
A nation's shout linked friend and foe
Our Union and our flag;
We gave our men as freely then
As leaves from forest tree;
We gave our gold, as rivers givo
Their waters to the sea.
Still floats on high Columbia's flag,
In the gloom of autumn day,The blot still on her starry folds,
The stain not washed away;
For Moultrie stands, and Charleston live%
And Freedom's sun grows pale;
Oh! Gcd, whate'er thy children's loom,
Let not her foes prevail.
We point to Ellsworth's honored it mb,
To Lyon's fall, to Baker's grave
What say Missouri's vine-clad hills?
What answer from Potomac's w eve?
What answer they? Men ask of ien
Who never yet foreswore the v w;
What answer they? the nation asl i,
With lowering heart and brow.
Men, whom Columbia's voice hath call'
To guide the ship of State,
Remember well each soul on boars
Owns portion in her freight;
More clean was Nero's recking br 1r,
More guiltless Arnold's past,
Than the hand that falters at the h ilt,
Or shrinks before the blast.




TEE TWO FURROW$.


Al


THE TWO FURROWS.
BY C. H. WEBB.
THE spring-time came-but not with mirthThe banner of our trust,
And with it the best hopes of earth,
Were trailing in the dust.
The Farmer saw the shame from far,'
And stopped his plough afield:
"Not the blade of peace but the brand of war
This arm of mine must wield.
" When traitor hands that flag would stail
Their homes let women keep;
Until its stars burn bright again,
Let others sow and reap." 
The Farmer sighed,-" A lifetime long
The plough has been my trustj
In truth it were an arrant wrong
To leave it now to rust."  J
With ready strength the Farmer tore
The iron from the wood,
And to the village smith he bore
That ploughshare stout and good.
The blacksmith's arms were bare and brown,
And loud the bellows roared;
The Farmer flung his ploughshare down,"Now forge me out a sword 1"
And then a merry, merry chime,
The sounding anvil rung,Good sooth, it was a nobler rhyme
Than ever poet sung.




4 SHALL FREEDOMDROOP AND DIF.
The blacksmith wrought with skill that day,
The blade was keen and bright;
And now where thickest is the fray
The Farmer leads the fight.
Not as of old that blade he sways
To break the meadow's sleep,
But through the rebel ranks he lays
A furrow broad and deep.
The Farmer's face is burned and brown,
But light is on his brow;
Right well he wots what blessings crown
The furrow of the Plough.
" But better is to-days success,"Thus ran the Farmer's word,'For nations yet unborn shall bless
This furrow of the Sword."
SHALL FREEDOM DROOP AND DIl 
BY CHARLES G. LELAND.
SHALL Freedom droop and die,
And we stand idle by,
When countless millions yet unborn
Will ask the reason why 
If for her flag on high
You bravely fight and die,
Be sure that God on his great rol
Will mark the reason why.
But should ye basely fly,
Scared by the battle-cry,
Then down through all eternity
You'll kear the reason why.




THE PICKET GUARD.


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THE PICKET GUARD.
ALL quiet along the Potomac," they say,
" Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
Tis nothing-a private or two, now and then;
Will not count in the news of the battle;
Not al officer lost-only one of the men,
Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle.'
All quiet along the Potomac to-night,
Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming
Their tents, in the rays of the clear autumn mooa,
Or the light of the watch-fires are gleaming.
A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind
Through the forest leaves softly is creeping;
While stars up above, with their glittering eyes
Keep guard —for the army is sleeping.
There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed,
Far away in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack, —his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep,For their mother,-may Heaven defend her 
The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then,
That night, when the love yet unspoken
Leaped up to his lips,-when low, murmured vows
Were pledged to be ever unbroken.
Then draping his sleeve roughly over his eyes,
He dashes off tears that are welling,
And gathers his gun closer up to its place,
Is if to keep down the heart-swelling




50 MEN OF THE NORTH AND WEST.


He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree —
The footstep is lagging and weary;
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
Toward the shades of the forest so dreary,
Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves t
Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?
It looked like a rifle-" Ha I MARY, good-by I'
And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing,
All quiet along the Potomac to-night,No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead,The picket's off duty forever.
TO THE MEN OF THE NORTH AND WESt.
BY R. H. STODDARD.
MEN of the North and West,
Wake in your might,
Prepare, as the rebels have done,
For the fight I
You cannot shrink from the test,
Rise I Men of the North and West I
They have torn down your banner of stars;
They have trampled the laws;
They have stifled the freedom they hate,
For no cause!
Do you love it or slavery best?
Speak I Men of the North and West.
They strike at the life of the State:Shall the murder be done?
They cry, " We are two I" And you 
" We are one!"
You must meet them, then, breast to breust
Onl Men of the North and Weutl




A CROSS THE LINES.


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Not with words; they laugh them to scorn,
And tears they despise;
But with swords in your hands, and death
In your eyes 
Strike home I leave to God all the rest.
Strike I Men of the North and West I
ACROSS THE LINES.
BY ETHEL LYNN.
LEFT for dead? I-Charlie Coleman,
On the field we won-and lost,
Like a dog; the ditch my death-bed
My pillow but a log across.
Helpless hangs my arm beside me,
Drooping lies my aching head;
How strange it sounded when that soldirt,
Passing, spoke of me as " dead."
Dead? and here-where yonder banner
Flaunts its scanty group of stars,
And that rebel emblem binds me
Close within those bloody bars.
Dead? without a stone to tell it,
Nor a flower above my breast!
Dead? where none will whisper softly,
6 Here a brave man lies at rest 1"
Help me, Thou, my mother's BHelper,Jesus, Thou who biding here,
Loved like me an earthly mother,
Be thou still to aid me near.
Give me strength to totter yonder,
Hold me up till o'er me shines
The flag of Union-there she promised
To mert me, just beyond the lines.




ACROSS THE LINES


Weil I know how she will wander
Where a woman's foot may stray,
Looking with those eyes so tender
Where the poor boys wounded lay.
How her hand will bring them water,
For her own boy Charlie's sake,
And when dying bid them whisper,
"I pray the Lord my soul to take."
AhI I stand on foot but feebly,
And the blood runs very fast,
Yet by fence and bush I'll stagger
Till the rebel lines be past.
"Courage, Charlie I twist it tighter, —
The tourniquet about your arm;
Be a man-don't faint and shiver
When the lifetide trickles warm.
Faint and weak,-still coming, mother,
Walking some, but creeping more,
Fearing lest the watchful sentry
Stops the heart-beat,-slow before
Stay-with fingers ruddy dabbled
Loose the belt your waist colll.tes;
Write upon it "Charlie ColemanCarry him across the lines."
Trembling letters-but some stranger
Chance may read them when I'm gone,
And for the sake of love and pity
Bear my lifeless body on.
Coming I ah-what means this darknesiNight too soon is coming on.
Mother, are you waiting?-" Jesus,
Tell her that with You I've gone."
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THE CAPITAI1N'  S WIFE.             53
Then the head her heart had pillowed,
Drooping laid it down to rest,,
As calm as when in baby slumber
Its locks were cradled on her breast,
Glowed the sunset o'er the meadow,
Lighting up the gloomy pines,
Where a body only lingered —
Charlie's soul had crossed the lines
A passing soldier-foe, yet human —
Stooped to read the words of blood;
So pitiful, so sadly earnest;
And bore him onward through the wood.
Beneath the white flag bore him safely.
Now, while Indian Summer shines,
A mothers's tears dew springing myrtle,
O'er Charlie's grave across the lines
THE CAPTAIN'S WIFE.
BY THEODORE TILTON.
WE gathered roses, Blanche and I, for little Madge
one morning;
"Like every soldier's wife," said Blanche, " I dread a
soldier's fate."
Her voice a little trembled then, as under some fore.
warning.
A soldier galloped up the lane, and halted at the gate.
Which house is Malcolm Blake's?" he cried; "A
letter for his sister 1"
And when I thanked him, Blanche inquired, "But
none for me, his wife?"
The soldier played with Madge's curls, and, stooping
over, kissed her:
I Your father was my captain, child l —I loved him u
my life 1"




54         THE CAPTAIN'S WIFE.
Then suddenly he galloped off and left the rest an.
spoken.
I burst the seal, and Blanche exclaimed,-" What
makes you tremble so?"
What answer did I dare to speak? How ought the
news be broken?
I could not shield her from the stroke, yet tried to
ease the blow.
"A battle in the swamps," I said; "our men were
brave, but lost it."
And, pausing there.-" The note," I said, "is not in
Malcolm's hand."
And first a flush flamed through her face, and then a
shadow crossed it.
" Read quick, dear May 1-read all, I pray-and let me
understand 1"
I did not read it as it stood,-but tempered so the
phrases
As not at first to hint the worst,-held back the fatal
word,
And half retold his gallant charge, his shout, his comrades' praisesTill like a statue carved in stone, she neither spoke
nor stirred 
Oh, never yet a woman's heart was frozen so completely I
[o unbaptized with helping tears I-so passionless and
dumb 1
Spellbound she stood, and motionless,-till little
Madge spoke sweetly:
Dear mother, is the battle done I and will my father
come?"




MOVE ON THE COLUMNS.              6S
I laid my finger on her lips, and set the chi!d to playing.
Poor Blanche I the winter in her cheek was snowy like
her name 1
What could ahe do but kneel and pray,-and linger at
her playing t
0 Chiist 1 when other heroes die, moan other wives
the same?
Must other women's hearts yet break, to keep the
Cause from failing?
God pity our brave lovers then, who face the battle's
blaze t
And pity wives in widowhood I-But is it unavailing t
0 Lord give Freedom first, then Peace I-and unto
Thee be praise I
MOVE ON THE COLUMNS
BY W. D. GALLAGHEBR
I.
MOVE on the columns! Why delay t.Our soldiers sicken in their camps:
The summer heats, the autumn damps,
Have sapp'd their vigor,, day by day
And now the winter comes apace,
With death-chills in its cold embrace
More fatal than the battle fray.
IL
Move on the columns I Hesitate
No longer what. to plan or do:
Our cause is good-our men are trueThis fight is for the Flag, the State,
The Union, and the hope of man:
And Right will end what Wrong begas
For'God the Right will vindicate.




6,  MOV. ON THE COLUMNS


HI.
Move on the columns! If the land
Is lock'd by winter, take the sea;
No possible barrier can be
So fatal to a rightful stand,
As wavering purpose when at bay.
This or THAT-" at once! to-day 1"
Where worth ten thousand men at hand.
IV.
Move on the columns I With the sweep
Of eagles let them strike the foe;
The hurricane lays the forest low:
Momentum wings the daring leap
That clears the chasm: the lightning stroke
Shivers the wind-defying oak;
The earthquake rocks the eternal steep,
V.
Move on the columns I Why have sprung
Our myriad hosts from hill and plain?
Leaving the sickle in the grain,Closing the harvest hymn half sung,Half filled the granary and the mow,Unturn'd the sod, untouch'd the plough,Scythes rusting where they last were hung.
VI.
Move on the columns I They are here
To found anew a people's faith,
To save from treason and from death
A nation which they all revere;
And on each manly brow is set
A purpose such as never yet
Was thwarted when, as now, sincere.




THE SOLDIER'S SW'EE1THEART.


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Move on the columns 1 Earth contains
No guerdon for the good and free
Like that which bless'd our Liberty 
And while its banner still remains
The symbol of united power,
Nor man nor fiend can tell the hour
Ii which its star-lit glory wanes.
vmII
Move on the columns strong and brightl
Strike down the sacrilegious hands
That clutch and wield the battle brands
Which menace with their Wrong our Right
Words now are wasted-glittering steel
Alone can make the last appeal:
They've wil'd it so-and we must fight
II.
Move on the columns! If they go
By ways they had not thought to take
To fields we had not meant to make;
Or if they bring unthought-of woe,
Let that which woke the fiery wrath
Fall scorn'd and blackening in its path.
Not man, but God, may stay the blow.
Move on the columns I
THE SOLDIER'S SWEETHEART.
BY GEORGE W. BUNGAY.
I GO down to the sea,
Where the waves speak to me
Of my darling, the soul of my soul;
But her footprints no more
Mark the desolate shore,
Where she tempted the billows to roIL




s8  TEE SOLDIER'S SWEETTIEART.


There the sad billows break,
Like my heart for her sake,
On the lonely and desolate shore;
For the waves of the sea
Are now sighing with me,
For a mortal, now mortal no more.
With my heart filled with tears
And my hopes chilled with fears,
By the grave of my darling I knelt;
And I uttered a prayer
On the listening air,
Whose dew wept the sorrow I felt.
There the winds wove a shroud
Of a dim passing cloud,
Betwixt me and the bright stars above;
And the form in its fold,
Like the shape under mould,
Was the form of the angel I love.
Would that I were a flower,
Born of sunshine and shower;
I would grow on the grave of the dead.
I would sweeten the air
With the perfume of prayer,
Till my soul with its incense had fled
And I never would fade
In the delicate shade
Of the tree in whose shadow she lies
There my petals should bloom,
By her white rural tomb.
Then the stars closed their beautiful eyes
Now I see her in dreams
On the banks of the streams,
In the dear land of exquisite bliss,
Where the sweep of her wings,
And the song that she sings,
Oft awake me to sadness in this.




CARTE DE VISITS.


CARTE DE VISITE.
'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,-. 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 hair
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 ti l'
"Our regiment? It was the Twenty-third 
The color fled from the yonng girl's cheek,
Leaving it as white as the face of the deai i
The mother lifted her eyes, and said:
" Pity my daughter-in mercy speak 1"




60         THE BA TTLE SUMMER.
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 I
But when we buried our dead that night,
I took from his breast this picture,-see I
It is as like him as like can be:
Hold it this way, toward the light.'
THE BATTLE SUMMER.
BY HENRY T. TUCKERMAN.
THE summer wanes,-her languid sighs now yield
To autumn's cheering air;
The teeming orchard and the waving field
Fruition's glory wear.
More clear against the flushed horizen wall,
Stand forth each rock and tree;
More near the cricket's note, the plover's call,
More chrystalline the sea.
The sunshine chastened, like a mother's gaoe,
The meadow's vagrant balm;
The purple leaf and amber-tinted maize
Reprove us while they calm.
For on the landscape's brightly pensive faee,
War's angry shadow lie;
His ruddy stains upon the woods we trace,
And in the crimson sky
No more we bask in Earth's contented smile,
But sternly muse apart;
Vainly her charms the patriot's soul beguile
Or woo the orphan's heart.




A RAINY DA Y INi' CAMP.


61


Ton keen-eyed stars with mute reproaches brAnd
The lapse from faith and law,-*
No more harmonious emblems of a land
Ensphered in love and awe.
As cradled in the noontide's warm embrace,'
And bathed in dew and rain,
The herbage freshened, and in billowy grace
Wide surged the ripening grain;
And the wild rose and clover's honeyed cell
Exhaled their peaeeful breath,
On the soft air broke Treason's fiendish yellThe harbinger of death I
Nor to the camp alone his summons came
To blast the glowing day.
But heavenward bore upon the wings of flame
Our poet's mate away; *
And set his seal upon the statesman's lips
On which a nation hung; t
And rapt the noblest life in cold eclipse,
By woman lived or sung.t
How shrinks the heart from Nature's festal noen,
As shrink the withered leaves,In the wan light of Sorrow's harvest moon
To glean her blighted sheaves.
Kr Longfellow.  tCavour.  tMr_. Irowning
A RAINY DAY IN CAMP
rY MRS ROBERT SHAW HOWLAND,
IT'S a cheerless, lonesome evening,
When the soaking, sodden ground
Will not echo to the footfall
Of the sentinel's dull round.




62     A RAIV'Y DA Y IN CA MP.,


God's blue star-spangled banner
To-night is not unfurled,
Surely He has not deserted
This weary, warring world.
I peer into the darkness,
And the crowding fancies come;
The night-wind. blowing Northward
Carries all my heart toward home.
For I listed in this army
Not exactly to my mind;
But my country called for helpers,
And I could n't stay behind.
So, I've had a sight of drilling,
And have roughed it many ways,
And Death has nearly had me;
Yet I think the service pays.
It's a blessed sort of feeling,
Whether you live or die;
You helped her country in her need,
And fought right loyally
But I can't help thinking, sometime,
When a wet day's leisure comes,
That I hear the old home voices
Talking louder than the drums,
And the far, familiar faces,
Peep in at the tent door,
And the little children's footsteps
Go pit-pat on the floor,
I can't help thinking, somehow,
Of all the parson reads
About that other soldier-life
Which every true man leads.
And wife, soft-hearted creature,
Seems a-saying in my ear,




A RAINY DAY IN CAMP.


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I'd rather have you in those ranks
Than to see you Brigadier."
I call myselt a brave one,
But in my heart I lie I
For my Country and her Honor
I am fiercely free to die.
But when the Lord who bought me,
Asks for my service here,
To " fight the good fight" faithfully
I'm skulking in the rear.
And yet I know this Captain
All love and care to be;
He would never get impatient
With a raw recruit like me.
'And I know He'd not forget me,
When the Day of Peace appears;
I should share with Him the victory
Of all his volunteers.
And it's kind of cheerful, thinking
Beside the dull tent fire,
About that big promotion
When lie says, "Come up higher."
And though it's dismal rainy,
Even now, with thoughts of Him,
Camp-life looks extra cheery,
And death a deal less grim.
For I seem to see Him waiting
Where a gathered Heaven greets
A great, victorious army,
Surging up the golden streets I
And I hear Him read the roll-call,
And my heart is all aflame,
When the dear, Recording Angel
Writes down my happy name I




64    BHE CAVALRY CHARGE


But my fire is dead white ashes,
And the tent is chilling cold,
And rm playing win the battle,
When I've never been enrolled.
THE CAVALRY CHARGE
BY FRANCIS A. DURIVAGB.
WITH bray of the trumpet
And roll of the drum,
And keen ring of bugle,
The cavalry come.
Sharp clank the steel scabbards.
The bridle-chains ring,
And foam from red nostrils
The wild chargers fling.
Tramp I tramp I o'er the greensward
That quivers below,
Scarce held by tie curb-bit
The fierce horses go 
And the grim-visaged colonel'
With ear-rending shout,
Peals forth to the squadrons
The order-" trot out I"
One hand on the sabre,
And one on the rein,
The troopers move forward
In line on the plain.
As rings the word " Gallop 1"
The steel scabbards clank,
And each rowel is pressed
To a horse's hot flank;
And swift is their rush
As the wild torrents flow,
When it pours from the crag
On the valley below. i




THE CAVALR Y CHAR GR
Charge 1" thunders the leader 
Like shaft from the bow
Each mad horse is hurled
On the wavering foe.
A thousand bright sabres
Are gleaming in air;
A thousand dark horses
Are flashed on the square.
Resistless and reckless
Of aught may betide,
Like demons, not mortals,
The wild troopers ride.
Cut right I and cut left IFor the parry who needs?
The bayonets shiver
Like wind-shattered reeds.
Vain-vain the red volley
That bursts from the sqLuawre
The random-shot bullets
Are wasted in air.
Triumphant, remorseless,
Unerring as death,No sabre that's stainless
Returns to its sheath.
The wounds that are dealt
By that murderous steel
Will never yield case
For the surgeon to heal.
Hurrah I they are broken.
Hurrah I boys, they fly-.
None linger save those
Who but linger to die.
Rein up your hot horses
And call in your men,-.The trumpet sounds "Rally
To color" again.
Some saddles are empty,
Some comrades are slai,


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L YON.


And some noble horses
Lie stark on the plain,
But war's a chance game, bqya,
And weeping is vain.
LYON.
SING, bird, on green Missouri's plain,
The saddest song of sorrow;
Drop tears, 0 clouds, in gentlest rain
Ye from the winds can borrow;
Breathe out, ye winds, your softest sigh,
Weep flowers, in dewy splendor,
For him who knew well how to die,
But never to surrender.
Wp rose serene the August sun,
Upon that day of glory:
Up curled from musket and from gun
The war-cloud gray and hoary;
It gathered like a funeral pall,
Now broken and now blended,
Where rang the buffalo's angry call,
And rank with rank contended.
Four thousand men, as brave and true
As e'er went forth in daring,
Upon the foe that morning threw
The strength of their despairing.
They feared not death,-men bless the field
That patriot soldiers die on;
Fair Freedom's cause was sword and shield-.
And at their head was Lyon I
Their leader's troubled soul looked forth
From eyes of troubled brightness;
Sad soul I the burden of the North
Had pressed out all its lightness
He gazed upon the unequal fight,
His ranks all rent and gory,
And felt the shadows close like night
Round his career of glory.




MRARCH.
U General. come, lead us!" loud the cry
From a brave band was ringing," Lead us, and we will stop, or die,
That battery's awful singing."
He spurred to where his heroes stood,
Twice wounded,-no wound knowingHThe fire of battle in his blood
And on his forehead glowing.
Oh, cursed for aye that traitor's hand,
And cursed that aim so deadly,
Which smote the bravest of the land,
And dyed his bosom redly!
Serene he lay while past him pressed
The battle's furious billow,
As calmly as a babe may rest
Upon its mother's pillow.
So Lyon died I and well may flowers
His place of burial cover,
For never had this land of ours
A more devoted lover.
Living his country was his pride,
His life he gave her dying,Life, fortune, love,-lle naught denied
To her and to her sighing.
Rest, Patriot, in thy hill-side grave,
Beside her form who bore thee I
Long may the land thou died'st to sav
Her bannered stars wave o'er thee 1
Upon her history's brightest page,
And on Fame's glowing portal,
She'll writ thy grand, heroic page,
And grave thy name immortal 1
MARCH I
BY BAYARD TAYLO
WITH rushing winds and gloomy skier
The dark and stubborn Winter dies;
Fai-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise:
larek '


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MARCH.


By streams still held in icy snare,
On Southern hill-sides, melting bare,
O'er fields that motley colors wear,
That summons fills the changeful air 
March I
What though conflicting seasons make
Thy days their field, they woo or shake
The sleeping lids of life awake,
And Hope is stronger for thy sake:
March 1
Then from the mountains, ribbed with snow.,
Once more thy rousing bugle blow,
And East and West, and to and fro,
Proclaim thy coming to the foe:
March I
Say to the picket, chilled and numb,
Say to the camp's impatient hum,
Say to the trumpet and the drum:
Lift up your hearts, I come, I come!
March I
Cry to the waiting hoast that stray
On sandy sea-sides far away,
By marshy isle and gleaming bay,
Where Southern March is Norther May s
March 1
Announce thyself with welcome noise,
Where Glory's victor-eagles poise
Above the proud, heroic boys
Of Iowa and Illinois:
March!
Then down the long Potomac's line
Shout like a storm on hills of pine,
Till ramrods ring and bayonets shine," Advance I the Chieftain's call is mine:
" MARCH!"




ON GVARD,,


ON GUARD.
BY JOHN G. NICOLAT.
IN the black terror-night..
On yon miist-slhrouded hfill,
Slowly, with footstep lighit,
Stealthy and grim and still,
Like ghost -in winding sheet
Risen at midnight bell,
Over his lonely )eat
Marches the sentinel!
In storm-defying- clonkHlaid on his trasty guiiHea~rt, like- ri hcm't of OakEye, ilcver-s'otting sun;
Speaks but the eliallent-e-shout.
All foes9 without the line,~
Heeds but, to solve the doubt,
Watchword and countersign.
Camp-ward the watchbfires gleam
Beacon-like in the gloom;
Round them his coimrades6 dream
Pictures of youth anid home.
While in his heart the bri-ght
Hope-fires shine everywvler.,
In love's enchanting ligli t
Memory lies dreaming, Illre.
Faint, through the silence come,
From the foes' grim array,
Growl of impatient drtim
Eager for mnorrow's fray,
Echo of song and shout,
Curse and caronsal glee,
As in a fiendish rout
Deniomis at revelry.
Close, in the gloomy shade-.
Danger lurks ever nigh



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COMING HCME.


Grasping his dagger-blade
Crouches th' assassin spy;
Shrinks at the guardsman's tread
Quails 'fore his gleaming eyes,
Creeps back with baffled hate,
Cursing his cowardice.
Naught can beguile his bold,
Unsleeping vigilance;
E'en in the fireflame, old
Visions unheeded dance.
Fearless of lurking spy,
Scornful of wassail-swell,
With an undaunted eye
Marches the sentinel.
Low, to his trusty gun
'Eagerly whispers he,
"Wait, with the morning sun
March we to victory,
Fools, into Satan's clutch
Leaping ere dawn of day:
He who would fight must watch&
ge who would win must pray,
Pray! for the night hath wings;
Watch I for the foe is near;
March 1 till the morning brings
Fame-wreath or soldier's bier..a shall the poet write,
When all hath ended well,
" Thus through the nation's night
Marched Freedom's sentinel.'
COMING HOME.
They are coming home, coming homeBrother and lover, father and son,
Friend and foe,-they are coming homn
To rest, for their work is done.




AFTER ALL.


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They come from the hospital, picket and field,From iron boat and frowning fort,In silent companies, slowly wheeled,
In the rhythm of a doleful thought.
This was a father of women and men,
Gray-haired, but hale, and strong of limb t
The bayonet flashed and flashed again,
And the old man's eyes grew dim.
Here was a form of manly grace;
The bomb-shell groaning through the air
Drenched with his blood a pictured face
And a curl of silken hair.
This was a bright-eyed, venturesome boy;
Back from the perilous picket-ground
They lbore him, waked from hi; dream of joy
To a ghastly, fatal wound.
And thus for three days lingering,
He talked in wandering, rapid speech,
Of mother and home, and the cooling spring
His lips could almost reach.
rhey are coming home: but not as they weat,
With the flying flag and stirring band;
With the tender word and message sent
From the distant waving hand.
AFTER ALL.
BY WILLIAM WINTEZ.
THE apples are ripe in the orchard,
The work of the reaper is done,
And the golden woodlands redden
In the blood of the dying sun.




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AFTER ALLI


At the cottage-door the grandsire
Sits pale in his easy-chair,
While the gentle wind of twilight
Plays with his silver hair.
A woman is kneeling beside him;
A fair young head is pressed,
In the first wild passion of sorrow,
Against his aged breast.
And far from over the distance
The faltering echoes come
Of the dying blast of trumpet,
And the rattling roll of drum.
And the grandsire speaks in a whisper I
"The end no man can see;
But we give him to his country,
And we give our prayers to Thee.,
The violets star the meadows,
The rose-buds fringe the door,
And over the grassy orchard
The pink-white blossoms pour.
But the grandsire's chair is empty,
The cottage is dark and still;
There's a nameless grave in the battle-fiell
And a new one under the hill.
And a pallid, tearless woman
By the cold hearth sits alone,
And the old clock in the corner
Tioks on with-a steady drone.


THE W9&




CONTENTSB
tod Save Our Nation....T. 7'heodore Tilton......1
Flag of the Constellation... T. Buchanan Read....15
War Song............... Win. Lt C. Hosmer-...16
He sleeps where He Fell..Anonzknous............17
The Red Stain on the Leaves. G. W. Bangay......18
Follow the Drum.i..
The Dying Soldier...........................  19
Northmen Come Out....... G. Lelmid........21
Our Country is Calling..... F. H  Iledje, D. D.....22
The Soldier's Mother.23
The Dead Drummer Boy........................24
The Soldier's Good Bye....Mar-y E  Nealy.......25
The Volunteer's Wife to
Her Husband........................       27
Kiss me Mother, and let
me go.Miss Al. A. W Priest.2C
A Mother's Answer " I Have
Kissed Him and Let Him go.30
rhe Soldier's Dream of Homne. Gar-oliae A. Mason....32
The Response...............................33
Gone to the War.........H. Alger~ J........ 34
Gently I Gently I...............................35
March Along............. Geo. II. -Boker. 5-...35
I The Last Broadside....... E. T. P. B3each.....  37
The Patriot Girl to her Lover.Geo. Vandehltoff.....E3
The Fallen Soldier........................... 39
Roll Call.GN.. Skieppard.....40
TheUnion —Right or Wrong. Geo. P'. M2orris.....41




CONTENTS.
News from the War............................42
Song of the Soldier....... Miles O'Riely.........44
Our Union and Our Flag.. Ruth N  Cromwell......45
The Two Furrows........... Webb...........47
Shall Freedom Droop and Die.Chas. G. Lelandc.....48
To the Men of the North and
West..............R. B. Stoddard......50
Across the Lines........Ethel Lynn............51
The Captain's Wife...... Theodore Tilton......53
Move on the Column..... W. D. Gallagher...... 55
The Soldier's Sweetheart.. Geo. W. Bungay......57
Carte De Visite...............................59
The Battle Summer.......Henry T. Tuckerman... 61
A Rainy Day in Camp.... Mrs. R. S. Iowland.... 61
The Cavalry Charge......Francis A. Durivage... 64
Lyon................................ 66
March..................Bayard Taylor........67
On Guard...............John G. Nicolay.......69
Coming Home............................ 0
After Al..............   i..T   Hunter...........71




BALLADS
OF
THE   SOUTH.








BALLAIDS
OF
THE SOUCTH.
SOUTHERN SONG OF FREEDOM.
AIR-' The Minstrel's Return."
A nation has sprung into life
Beneath the bright Cross of the South;
And now a loud call to the strife
Rings out from the shrill bugle's mouth.
They gather from morass and mountain,
They gather from prairie and mart,
To drink at young Liberty's fountain,
The nectar that kindles the heart.
Then, hail to the land of the pine I
The home of the noble and free;
A palmetto wreath we'll entwine
Round the altar of young Liberty I
Our flag, with its cluster of stars,
Firm fixed in a field of pure blue,
All shining through red and white bars,
Now gallantly flutters in view.
The stalwart and brave round it rally,
They press to their lips every fold,
While the hymn swells firom hill and from valley,
"Be God with our Volunteers bold."
Then, hail to the land of the pine I &a.




18    SOUTHERN SONG OF FREDOM
Th' invaders rush down from the North,
Our borders are black with their hordes;
Like wolves for their victims they flock,
While whetting their knives and their sworda
Their watchword is " Booty and Beauty,"
Their aim is to steal as they go;
But, Southrons, act up to your duty,
And lay the foul miscreants low.
Then, hail to the land of the pine I &o
The God of our fathers looks down
And blesses the cause of the just;
His smile will the patriot crown
Who tramples his chains in the dust.
March, march SouthronsI shoulder to shoulder,
One heart-throb, one shout for the cause;
Vemember-the world's a beholder,
And your bayonets are fixed at your doors I
Then, hail to the land of the pine I
The home of the noble and free;
A palmetto wreath we'll entwine
Round the altar of Liberty.
J. H. L
WHAT THE SOUTH WINDS SAY.
Faint as the echo of an echo born,
A bugle-note swells on the air;
Now louder, fuller, far and near,
It sounds a mighty horn.
The noblest blast blown in our time
Comes from the South on every breeze,
To sweep across the shining seas
In sympathy sublime 




WHAT THE SOUTIH W.liNDS SAY. 19
'Tis Freedom's reveille that comes
Upon the air' blent with a tramp,
Which tells that she now seats her camp,
With trumpets and with drams.
When first I heard that pealing horn,
Its sounds were faint and black in the night;
But soon I saw a burst of light
That told of coming morn I
When first I heard that martial tread,
Swell on the chilly morning breeze,
'Twas faint as sound of distant seas,Now, it might rouse the dead I
Aye, it has roused the dead I They start
From many a battle-field to teach
Their children noble thoughts and speechTo " fire the Southern heart 1"
Not only noble thoughts, but deeds,
Our fathers taught us how to dare;
They fling our banners on the air,
And bring our battle-steeds 1
While louder rings that mighty horn,
Whose clarion notes on every gale
Tells history's latest, greatest taleA nation now is born!
And at that trump's inspiring peal,
Within Time's lists I see it stand,
A splendid banner in its hand,
Full armed from head to heel I
Long ages in their flight shall see
That flag wave o'er a nation braveA people who preferred one grave
Sooner than slavery 




20 THE BATTLE OF BE1HEL CHURCH


THE BATTLE OF BETHEL CHURCH.
JUNE 10, 1861.
As hurtles the tempest,
Proclaiming the storm,
The Northern invaders
Tumultuously swarm.
Loudly rings their battle-cry,
Glares with fury every eye;
Virginia's sons they swear shall die,
Or wear their chains of slavery.
As meets the chafed ocean
The immutable rock,
The brace Southern freemen
Await the stern shock.
Firm is every lip compressed,
Front to foe is every breast,
While silent prayer to Heaven attest
Resolve for death or victory.
They number by thousands,
The men that assail;
The hundreds that wait them,
Ohi can they prevail?
Spoils and beauty urge the fray,
Hearts and homes contest the day,
And fiercely brands the battle's bray,
While Right and Might strive valiantly.
Down sweet the invaders,
Like billows of storm,Dead, wounded, and dying,
They backward are borne.
Vain they rally, vain return, —
Lead and steel and graves they earn;
While angels guard their ranks from harm
Who fight for homes and liberty.




GOD SAVE THE S OUTB.
See I see! they are flying I
Quick, up and pursue I
And mete out the measure
The hirelings due I
Wolves, as brave, to sheepfolds hie 
Lambs, less swift, from lions fly;
While thanks, ascend to Him on high
Who gave our arms the victory.
GOD SAVE THE SOUTHI
BY R. S. A.
Wake, every minstrel strain!
Ring o'er each Southern plaitGod save the South I
Still let this noble band,
Joined now in heart and hand,
Fight for our sunny land,Land of the South.
Armed in such sacred cause,
We covet no vain applause;
Our swords are free.
No spot of wrong or shame
Rests on our banner's fame,
Flung forth in Freedor's name
O'er mound and sea.
Then let the invader come 
Soon will the beat of drum
Rally us all.
Forth from our homes we goDeath 1 death to every foe;
Says each maiden low:
God save us all I
Ay, when the battle-hour
Darkest may seem to lower,
God is our trust.


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22         THE SO UTH ZI AKMS.
THE SOUTH IN ARMS.
Bi REV. J. H. MARTIN.
Oh! see ye not the sight sublime,
Unequalled in all previous time,
Presented in this Southern clime,
The home of chivalry?
A warlike race of freemen stand,
With martial front and sword in hand,
Defenders of their native land, —
The sons of Liberty.
Unawed by numbers, they defy
The tyrant North, nor will they fly
Resolved to conquer or to die,
And win a glorious name.
Sprung from renowned heroic sires,
Inflamed with patriotic fires,
Their bosoms burn with fierce desires,
The thirst for victory.
'Tis not the love of bloody strife,
The horrid sacrifice of life,
But thoughts of mother, sister, wife,
That stir their manly heart.
A sense of honor bids them go,
To meet a hireling, ruthless foe,
And deal in wrath the deadly blow
Which vengence loud demands.
In Freedom's sacred cause they fight,
For Independence, Justice,
And to resist a desperate might.
And by Manassas' glorious name,
And by Missouri's fields of fame,
We hear them swear, with one acclaim,
We'll triumph, or we'll die I




CALL ALL! CALL ALL!
"CALL ALL I CALL ALL I
BY " GEORGIA."
WHooP I the Doodles have broken loose,
Roaring round like the very deuce I
Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack,After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back.
Bull-dog, terrior, cur, and fice,
Back to the beggarly land of ice;
Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear
Everybody and everywhere.
Old Kentucky is caved from under,
Tennessee is split assunder,
Alabama awaits attack,
And Georgia bristles up her back.
Old John Brown is dead and gone I
Still his spirit is marching on,Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys,
Long as an ape's from Illinois 1
Want a weapon? Gather a brick,
Club or cudgel, or stone or stick;
Anything with a blade or butt,
Anything that can cleave or cut.
Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I
Any sort of slaying machine I
Anything with a willing mind.
And the steady arm of a man behind,
Want a weapon I Why, capture one I
Every Doodle has got a gun,
Belt, and bayonet, bright and new;
Kill a Doodle, and capture two I


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SOQUTHER' SON'0.
Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I
All, call all! to the feast of fire I
Mother and maiden, and child and slave,
A common triumph or a single grave.
SOUTHERN SONG.
BY "L., M',t
IF ever I consent to be married,
(And who would refuse a good mate?)
The man whom I give my hand to,
Must believe in the rights of the State.
To a husband who quietly submits
To negro-equality sway,
The true Southern girl will not barter
Her heart and affections away.
The heart I may choose to preside o'er
True, warm, and devoted must be,
And have true love for a Union
Under the Southern Liberty Tree.
Should Lincoln attempt to coerce him,
To share with the negro his right,
Then, smiling, I'd gird on his armor,
And bid him God-speed in the fight.
And if he should fall in the conflict,
His memory with tears I will grace;
Better weep o'er a patriot fallen,
Than blush in a Tory embrace.
We girls are all for a Union,
Where a marked distinction is laid
Between the rights of the mistress,
And those of the kinky-haired maid.




THE MARTYR OF ALEXANDRA.             25
THE MARTYR OF ALEXANDRA.
Revealed, as in a lightning flash,
A Hero stood!
Th' invading foe, the trumpet's crash,
Set up his blood 1
High o'er the sacred pile that bends
Those forms above,
Thy Star, 0 Freedom I brightly blends
Its rays with Love.
The banner of a mighty race
Serenely there,
Unfurls-the genius of the place,
And haunted air!
A vow is registered in heavenPatriot 'twas thine
To guard those matchless colors, given
By hand Divine.
Jackson! thy spirit may not hear
The wail ascend 
A nation bends above thy bier,
And mourns its friend(
Th' example is thy monument;
In organ tones
Thy name resounds, with glory blent,
Prouder than thrones I
And they whose loss has been our gainA Pdople's care
Shall win their hearts from pain
And wipe the tear.
When time shall set the captives free,
Now scath'd by wrath,Heirs of his immortality,
Bright be their path.




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DIXI1.


DIXIE.
0OUTHRONS. HEAR YOUR COUNTRY CALL YOU 
BY ALBERT PIKE.
Bouthrons, hear your Country call you 
Up! lest worse than death befall you I
To arms! To arms! To arms! in Dixie I
Lo I all the beacon-fires are lighted,
Let all hearts be now united I
To arms 1 To arms! To arms I in Dixie,
Aavance the flag of Dixie I
Hurrah! hurrah 
For Dixie's land we take our stand,
And live or die for Dixie I
To arms I To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie I
To arms 1 To arms!
And conquer peace for Dixie I
Hear the Northern thunders mutterl
Northern flags in South wind flutter;
To arms, etc.
Advance the flag of Dixie I etc.
Fear no danger! shun no labor I
Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre I
To arms, etc.
Shoulder pressing close to shoulder,
Let the odds make each heart bolder I
To arms, etc.
Advance the flag of Dixie! etc.




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How the South's great heart rejoices,
At your cannons' ringing voices;
To arms! etc
For faith betrayed and pledges broken,
Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken;
To arms I etc.
Advance the flag of Dixie I eta
Strong as lions, swift as eagles,
Back to their kennels hunt these beagles I
To arms! etc.
Cut the unequal words assunder I
Let them then each other plunder!
To armsl etc. 
Advance the flag of Dixie I eto,
Swear upon your Country's altar,
Never to submit or falter;
To arms etc.
Till the spoilers are defeated,
Till the Lord's work is completed.
To arms! etc.
Advance the flag of Dixie I etc.
Halt not till our Federation
Secures among Earth's Powers its station 
To arms! etc.
Then at peace, and crowned with glory,
Hear your children tell the story;
To armsI etc.
Advance the flag of Dixie I eta.
If the loved ones weep in sadness,
Victory soon shall bring them gladness:
To arms! etc.
Exultant pride soon banish sorrow;
Smiles chase tears away to-morow.
To arms! etc.
Advance the flag of Dixie I etc.




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Tw"' TQ HI S NA ME
TRUE TO HIS NAME.
In ancient days, Jehovah said,
In voice both sweet and calm,
Be Abram's name forever changed
To that of Abraham I
T was then decreed his progeny
Should occupy high stations,
For Abraham, in Hebrew, means
" Father of many nations 1"
In our own land an Abraham,
With speeches wise nor witty,
Went down to our Jerusalem,
The famous Federal city.
True to his name, this Abraham,
So changed are his relations,
Instead of one great nation, be
"Father of many nations,"
SOUTHERN WAR CRY.
AIR --- Scots, wha ha'."
Countrymen of Washington I 
Countrymen of Jeffersonl
By Old Hick'ry oft led on
To death or victory I j
Sons of men who fought and bled,
Whose blood for you was freely shed,
Where Marion charged and Sumpter led
For freemen's rights 1




THE STAR OF TIE WEST.
From the Cowpens glorious way,
Southern valor led the fray
To Yorktown's eventful day,
First we were free I
At New Orleans we met the foe I
Oppressors fell at every blow;
There we laid the usurper low,
For maids and wives I
Who on Palo Alto's day,
'Mid fire and hail at Monterey,
At Buena Vista led the way?
" Rough-and-Ready I"
Bouthrons all, at Freedom's oal,
For our homes united all,
Freemen live, or freemen faUI
Death or liberty I
THE STAR OF THE WEST.
I wish I was in de land o' cotton,
Old times dair ain't not forgotten,Look away, &c.
In Dixie land whar I was born in,
Early on one frosty mornin'Look away, &c.
Chorus-Den I wish I was in Dixie
In Dixie land dat frosty mornin',
Jis 'bout de time de day was dawnin',
Look away, &c.
De signal fire from de east bin roarin',
Rouse up, Dixie, no more snorin,Look awav, &c.
Den I wish I was in Dixie




89    TO THE TORIES OF VIRGINIA.
Dat rocket high a blazing in de sky,
Tis de sign dat de snobbies am comin' up nigh,Look away, &c.
Dey bin braggin' long, if we dare too shoot a shot,
Dey comin' up strong and dey'11 send us all to pot.
Fire away, fire away, lads in gray.
Den I wish I was in Dixie.
TO THE TORIES OF VIRGINIA.
In the ages gone by, when Virginia arose
Her honor and truth to maintain,
Her sons round her banner would rally with pride,
Determined to save it from stain.
No heart in those days was so false or so cold,
That it did not exquisitely thrill
With a love and devotion that none would withhold,
Until death the proud bosom should chill.
Was Virginia in danger? Fast, fast at her call,
From the mountains e'en unto the sea,
Came up her brave children their mother to shield,
And to die that she still might be free.
And coward was he, who, when danger's dark cloud
Overshadowed Virginia's fair sky,
Turned a deaf, careless ear, when her summons was
heard,
Or refused for her honor to die.
Oh I proud are the mem'ries of days that are past,
And richly the heart thrills whene'er
We think of the brave, who, their mother to save,
Have died, as they lived, without fear.




TO THE TORIES OF VIR GINIA.          31
But now, can it be that Virginia's name
Fails to waken the homage and love
Of e'en one of her sons? OlM! cold, cold must be
The heart that her name will not move.
When she rallies for freedom, for justice, and right,
Will her sons, with a withering sneer,
Revile her, and taunt her with treason and shame,
Or say she is moved by foul fear?
Will they tell her her glories have fled or grown pale I
That she bends to tyrant in sliame?
Will they trample her glorious flag in the dust,
Or load with reproaches her name?
Will they fly from her shores, or desert her in need 
Will Virginians their backs ever turn
On their mother, and fly when the danger is nigh,
And her claim to their fealty spurn?
False, false is the heart that refuses to yield
The love that Virginia doth claim;
And base is the tongue that could utter the lie,
That charges his mother with shame.
A. blot on her 'scutcheon! a stain on her name I
Our heart's blood should wipe it away
We should die for her honor, and count it a boon
Her mandates to heed and obey.
But never, oh, never, let human tongue say
She is false to her honor or fame!
She is true to her past-to her future she's trueAnd Virginia has never known shame.
Then shame on the dastard, the recreant fool,
That would strike, in the dark, at her now;
That would coldly refuse her fair fame to uphold,
That would basely prove false to his vow. 




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WAR SOW2.


Bur no i+.,mnnot-it can never be true,
Thst Virginia claims one single child,
That ao-ild ever prove false to his home or his God,
Or ne with foul treason defiled.
And now the man that could succor ner enemies now
Even though on her soil he were born,
Is so base, so inhuman, so false, and so vile,
That Virginia disowns him with scorn 1
WAR SONG.
BY A. B. MEEK, OF MOBILE
Would'st thou have me love thee dearest,
With a woman's proudest heart,
Which shall ever hold thee nearest,
Shrined in its inmost part I
Listen, then! My country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe!
Leave these groves of rose and myrtle,
Drop the deamy hand of love!
Like young Korner, scorn the turtle
When the eagle screams above I
Dost thou pause? Let dotards dallyDo thou for thy country fight I
'Neath her noble emblem rally" God I our country, and her right._
Listen! now her trumpet's calling
On her sons to meet the foe I
Woman's heart is soft and tender,
But 'tis proud and faithful, too;
Shall she be her land's defender?
Lover I soldier I up and do 1




FORT SUMTER.
Seize thy father's ancient falchion,
Which once flashed as freedom's star 
'rill sweet peace-the bow and halcyon,
Still'd the stormy strife of wart
Listen! now thy country's calling
On her sons to meet the foe 
Sweet is love in the moonlight bowerel
Sweet the altar and the flame 
Sweet is spring-time with her flowers!
Sweeter far the patriot's name l
Should the God who rules above thee
Doom thee to a soldier's grave,
Hearts will break, but fame will love thee
Canonized among the brave I
Listen, then, thy country's calling
On her sons to meet her foe I
Rather would I view thee lying
On the last red field of life,
Mid thy country's heroes dying,
Than to be a dastard's wife,
FORT SUMTER.
It was a noble Roman,
In Rome's imperial day,
Who heard a coward croaker
Before the battle say:
" They're safe in such a fortress;
" There is no way to shake it;""On! on I' exclaimed the hero,
"I'll find a way, or make itl"


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FORT SUMTRR.
Is fame your aspiration?
Her path is steep and highS
In vain he seeks the temple,
Content to gaze and sigh;
The crowded town is waiting,
But he alone can take it,
Is Glory your ambition?
There is no royal road;
Alike we all must labor,
Must climb to her abode;
Who feels the thirst for glory,
In Helicon may slake it,
If he has but the " Southern will,'
" To find a way, or make it I"
Is Sumter worth the getting?
It must be bravely sougth;
With wishing and with fretting
The boon cannot be bought;
To all the prize is open,
But only he can take it,
Who says, with " Southern courage,"
"I'll find a way, or make it I"
In all impassioned warfare,
The tale has ever been,
That victory crowns the valiant;
The brave are they who win.
Through strong in " Sumter Fortress,"
A hero still may take it,
Who says, with "Southern daring,"
"I' 1 find a way, or make it 1"




RE.BElS.
REBELS.
Rebels i 'tis a holy name 1
The name our fathers bore,
When battling in the cause of Right,
Against the tyrant in his might,
In the dark days of yore.
Rebels I 'tis our family name I
Our father, Washington,
Was the arch-rebel in the fight,
And gave the name to us,-a right
Of father unto son.
Rebels! 'tis our given name I
Our mother, Liberty,
Received the title with her fame,
In days of grief, of fear, and shame,
When at her breast were we.
Rebels! 'tis our sealed name I
A baptism of blood I
The war-aye, and the din of strife —
The fearful contest. life for life
The mingled crimson flood.
Rebels! 'tis a patriot's name!
In struggles it was given;
We bore it then when tyrants raved
And through their curses 't was engraved
On the doomsday-book of heaven.
Rebels 1 'tis our fighting name 1
For peace rules o'er the land,
Until they speak of raven woeUntil our rights receive a blow,
From foe's or brother's hand.




96  THERE'S NOTHING GOING WRONG.
Rebels! 'tis our dying name I
For, although life is dear,
Yet, freemen born and freemen bret
We'd rather live as freemen dead,
Than live in slavish fear.
Then call us rebels, if you willWe glory in the name;
For bending under unjust cause,
And swearing faith to an unjust laws,
We count a greater shame.
THERE'S NOTHING GOING WRONG.
Dedicated to "Old Abe"
There's a general alarm,
The South's begun to arm,
And every hill and glen
Pours forth its warrior men;
Yet there's nothing going wrongI
Is the burden of my song.
Six States already out,
Beckon others on the route;
And the cry is " Still they come I'
From the Southern sunny home;
Yet, " There's nothing going wrong,'
Is the burden of my song.
There's a wail in the land,
From a want-stricken band;
And "Food I Food I" is the cry:
Give us work or we die!"
Yet, "There'd nothing going wron;g,
Is the burden of my song.




MAR Y LAND.
The sturdy farmer doth complain
Of low prices for his grain;
And the miller, with his flour,
Murmurs the dulness of the hour.
Yet, " There's nothing going wrong,"
Is the burden of my song.
The burly butcher in the mart,
He, too, also takes his port;
And the merchant in his store
Hears no creaking at his door;
But "There nothing going wrong,
Is the burden of my song.
Stagnation is everywhere;
On the water, in the air,
In the shop, in the forge,
On the mount, in the gorge;
With the anvil with the loom,
In the store, and counting-room;
In the city, in the town,
With Mr. Smith, with Mr.. BrowN
And " yet there's nothing wrong,
Is the burden of my song.
MARYLAND.
BY JAMES. RANDALL.
The despot's heel is on thy shor%
Maryland I
His torch is at they temple door,
Maryland 1
Avenge the patriotic gore
That flecked the streets of Baltimre,
And be the battle queen of yore
Maryland I My Maryland I




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* MARYLAND.
Hark to wand'ring son's appeal,
Maryland!
My mother State I to thee I kneel,
Maryland I
For life and death, for woe and weal
Thy peerless chivalry reveal,
And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel,
Maryland 1 My Maryland I
Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
Maryland.
Thy beaming sword shall never rest,
Maryland.
Remember Carroll's sacred crust;
Remember Howard's warlike thrust —
And all thy slumberers with the just,
Maryland I My Maryland I
Come I 'tis the red dawn of the day,
Maryland I
Come! with thy panoplied array,
Maryland.
With Ringgold's spirit for the fray,
With Watson's blood, at Monterey,
With fearless Lowe, and dashing May,
Maryland I My Maryland.
Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,
Maryland.
Come I for thy dalliance does thee wrong,
Maryland.
Come to thine own heroic throng,
That stalks with Liberty along,
And give a new Key to thy song,
Maryland I My Maryland.
Dear Mother 1 burst the tyrant's chain,
Maryland.




MARYLAND.                   8
Virginia should not call in vain,
Maryland.
She meets her sisters on the plain;
Sic semper," 'tis the proud'refran,
That baffles minions back amain,
Maryland.
Arise, in majesty again,
Maryland I My Maryland I
I see the blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland.
But thou wast ever bravely meek,
Maryland I
Bul lo I there surges forth a shriek
From hill to hill, from creek to creek —
Potomac calls to Chesapeake,
Maryland! My Maryland.
Thou wilt not yield the vandal toil,
Maryland.
Thou wilt not crook to his control,
Maryland.
Better the fires upon thee roll,
Better the blade, the shot, the bowl,
Than crucifixion of the soul,
Maryland I My Maryland.
I hear the distant thunder hum,
Maryland.
The Old Line's bugle, fife and drum,
Maryland.
She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb:
Huzza I she spurns the Northern scum I
She breathes-she burns 1 she'll come I shel
come:
Maryland I My Maryland.




40


A CRY TO ARMS


A CRY TO ARMS.
Ho: woodsmen of the mountain sideHo -dwellers in the vales;
Ho-ye who by the chafing tide
Have roughened in the gales,
Leave barn and byre, leave kin and cot,
Lay by the spotless spade;
Let desk, and case, and counter rot,
And burn your books of trade.
The despot roves your fairest lands,
And, till he flies or fears,
Your fields must grow but armed hands,
Your sheaves be sheaves of spears.
Give up to mildew and to rust,
The useless tools of gain;
And feed your country's sacred dust,
With floods of crimson rain.
Come, with the weapons at your callWith musket, pike, or knife;
He wields the deadliest blade of all
Who lightest holds his life.
The arm that drives the unbought blows,
With all a patriots scorn,
Might brain a tyrant with a rose,
Or stab him with a thorn.
Does any falter? Let him turn
To some brave maiden's eyes,
And catch the holy fires that bur
In those sublunar skies.
Oh I could you like your women
And in their spirit march,
A day might see your lines of steel
Beneath the victor's arch.




BATTLE ODE TO VIRGINIA.


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BATTLE ODE TO VIRGINIA
Old Virginia! virgin-crowned
Daughter of the royal Bess,
Send the fiery ensign round,
Call your chivalry renowned, —
Lineage of the lioness,
You have thrown the gauntlet down,
Pledged to vindicate the right;
Bid your sont from field and town,
Through summer's smile and winter's frozW
Make ready for the fight,
Now that you have drawn the sword,
Throw away the useless sheath;
Hear your destiny's award,Drive the invaders from your sward,
Or lay your heads beneath.
In the field with conflict rife,
None must falter, yield, or fly;
Honor, liberty, and life,
All are staked upon the strife;
You must "do or die."
Let your daughters shed no tear,
Though their dearest may be slain 
None for self must hope or fear,
All with joy their burdens bear,
Till you are free againBy the consecrated soil
Where your Washington had birth,
Keep your homes from ruthless spoil,
Keep your shield from spot or soil,
Or perish from the earla




42          FLIGHT OF DO ODLES.
FLIGHT OF DOODLES.
J come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of funim,I killed forty yankees with a single-barrelled gun;
It don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you nor I
Big Yankee, Little Yankee, all run or die.
I saw all the Yankees at Bull Run,
They fought like the devil when the battle first begun.
But it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you
nor 1,
They took to their heels, boys, and you ought to
see 'em fly.
I saw old Fuss-and-Fathers Scott, twenty miles away
fis horses stuck up their ears, and you ought to hear
'em neigh;
But it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you
nor I,
Old Scott fled like the devil, boys; root, hog or die.
I then saw a " Tiger," from the old Crecent City,
He cut down the Yankees without any pity;
Oh it don't make a diff-a-bitterence to neither you
nor I,
We whipped the Yankee boys, and made the boobies
cry.
I saw South Carolina, the first in the cause,
Shake the dirty Yankees till she broke all their jaws;
Oh! don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you nor I,
South Carolina give 'em —, boys; root hog, or die.
I saw old Virginia, standing firm and true,
She fought mighty hard to whip the dirty drew;
Oh! it don't make a niff-a stifference to neither you
nor I,
Old Virginia's blood and thunder, boys; root hog, or
die,




FLIGHT OF DOODLES                43
I saw old Georgia, the next in the van,
She cut down the Yankees almost to a man;
Oh I it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you
nor I,
Georgia's sum in a fight, boys; root, hog, or die.
I saw Alabama in the midst of the storm,
She stood lik6 a giant in the contest so warm;
Oh! it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you
nor I,
Alabama fought the Yankees, boys, till the last one
did fly.
I saw Texas go in with a smile,
But I tell you what it is, she made the Yankees bile;
Oh! it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you
nor I,
Texas is the devil, boys; root, hog, or die.
I saw North Carolina in the deepest of the battle,
She knocked down the Yankees and. made their bones
rattle;
Oh it don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you
nor I,
North Carolina's got the grit, boys; root, hog, or die.
Old Florida caine in with a terrible shout
She frightened all the Yankees till their eyes stuck
out;
'Ohl it don't make a niff-a-difference to neither yon
nor I,
Florida's death on Yankees; root, hog, or die.




CONFEDERA TE SON(.
CONFEDERATE SONG.
AR —" Bruce's Address."
Rally round our country's flag I
Rally, boy's, nor do not lag;
Come from every vale and crag,
Sons of Liberty I
Northern Vandals tread our soil,
Forth they come for blood and spoil,
To the homes we've gailed with toil,
Shouting, "Slavery 1"
Traitorous Lincoln's bloody band
Now invades the freeman's land,
Arm'd with sword and firebrand,
'Gainst the brave and free.
Arm ye, then, for fray and fight,
March ye forth both day and night,
Stop not till the foe's in sight,
Sons of chivalry.
In your veins the blood still flows
Of brave men who once aroseBurst the shackles of their foes;
Honest men and free.
Rise, then, in your power and might,
Seek the spoiler, brave the fight;
Strike for god, for Truth, for Rights
Strike for God, for Liberty 1




SWEETHEARTS AND THE WAR.


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SWEETHEARTS AND TEIE WAR.
Oh, dear! it's shameful, I declare,
To make the men all go
And leave so many sweethearts here
Without a single beau.
We like to see them brave, 'tis true,
And would not urge them stay;
But what are we, poor girls, to do
When they are all away?
We told them we could spare them there,
Before they had to go;
But, bless their hearts, we weren't aware
That we should miss them so.
We miss them all, in many ways
But truth will ever out,
The greatest thing we miss them for,
Is seeing us about.
On Sunday, when we go to church,
We look in vain for some
To meet us, smiling, on the porch,
And ask to see us home.
And then, we can't enjoy a walk,
Since all the beaux have gone,
For what's the good, (to use plain talk,)
If we must trudge alone?
But what's the use of talking thus t
We'll try to be content;
And if they cannot come to us,
A message may be sent.
And that's one comfort, any way;
For though we are ap;a. -
There is no reason why we may
Not open heart to hal t.




46     WE COME. WE COME


We trust it may soon come
To a final test;
We want to see our Southern homes
Secured in peaceful rest.
But if the blood of those we love
In Freedom's cause must flow,
With fervent trust in God above,
We bid them onward go.
And we will watch them, as they go,
And cheer them on their way;
Our arms shall be their resting-place
When wounded sore they lay,
Oh I if the sons of Southern soil
For Freedom's cause must die,
Her daughters ask no dearer boon
Than by their side to lie.
"WE COMEI WE COME I
BY MILLIE MAYFIELD.
We come I we come, for Death or Life,
For the Grave or Victory!
We come to the broad Red Sea of strife,
Where the black flag waveth free 1
We come as Men, to do or die,
Nor feel that the lot is hard,
When our Hero calls-and our battle-cry
Is " On, to Beauregard 1"
Up, craven, up I 'tis no time for ease,
When the crimson war-tide rolls
To our very doors-up. up, for these
Are times to try men's soul 1




WE COME. WE COME.


4)


The purple gore calls from the sod
Of our martyred brothers' grave,
And raises a red right hand to God
To guard our avenging braves.
And unto the last bright drop that thrills
The depths of the Southern heart,
We must battle for our sunny hills,
For the freedom of our MartFor all that Honor claims, or RightFor Country, Love, and Home!
Shout to the trampling steeds of Might
Our cry —" We come 1 we come 1"
And let our path through their serried ranki
Be the fierce tornado's track,
That burst from the torrid's fervid banks
And scatters destruction black I
For the hot life leaping in the veins
Of our young Confedracy
Must break for aye the galling chains
Of dark-brow'd Treachery.
On onl 'tis our gallant chieftain calls,
(He must not call in vain,)
For aid to guard his homestead wallsOur Hero of the Plain 1
We come we come, to do or die,
Nor feel that the lot is ard:*God and our Rights!" be our battle-cry,
And, " On, to Beauregard L",




48 SON      OF THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER.
SONG OF THE SOUTHERN SOLDIER.
BY P. B. 0.
TRUE.-" Barclay and Perkins' Drayman."
I'm a soldier, you see, that oppression has made I
I don't fight for pay or booty;
But I wear in my hat a blue cockade,
Placed there by the fingers of Beauty
The South is my home, where a black man is black,
And a white man there is a white man;
Now I'm tired of listening to Northern clack,Let us see what they'll do in a fight, man.
The Yankees are cute; they have managed some.
how
Their business and ours to settle;
They make all we want, from a pin to a plough,
Now we'll show them some Southern metal.
We have had just enough of their Northern law,
That robbed us so long of our right, man,
And too much of their cursed abolition jaw,Now we'll see what they'll do in a fight, man,
Their parsons will open their sanctified jaws,
And cant of our slave-growing sin, sir;
They pocket the profits, while preaching the laws,
And manage our cotton to spin, sir.
Their incomes ate nice, on our sugar and rice,
Though against it the hypocrites write, sir;
Now our danger is up, and they'll soon smell a
mice,
If we once get them into a fight, sir.
Our cotton bales once made a good barricade,
Can still do the State a good service;
With them and the boys of the blue cockade,
There is power enough to preserve us.




WAR SONa.


49


So shoulder your rifles, my boys, for defence,
In the cause of our freedom and right, man;
If there's no other way for to learn them sense,
We may teach them a lesson in fight, man.
The stars that are growing so fast on our flags,
We treasure as Liberty's pearls,
And stainless we'll bear them, though shot into
rags;
They were fix'd by the hands of our girls.
And fixed stars they shall be in our national sky,
To guide through the future aright, man,
And young Cousin Sam, with their gleam in his
eye,
May dare the whole world to fight, man.
WAR SONG.
Arm —" March, march, Ellrick and Teviotdad.. March, march on, brave " Palmetto" boys,
"Sumter" and" Lafayettes," forward in order;
March, march, " Calhoun" and " Rifle" boys,
All the base Yankees are crossing the border.
Banners are round ye spread,
Floating above your head,
Soon shall the Lone Star be famous in story,
On, on, my gallant men,
Vict'ry be thine again;
Fight for your rights, till the green sod is gory.
March, march, &.
I[ung wives and sisters have buckled your armor on;
Maidens ye love bid ye go to the battle-field;
Btrong arms and stout hearts have many a vict'ry
won,
Courage shall strengthen the weapons ye wield.




O6          THE DESP OTS SONG.
Wild passions are storming,
Dark schemes are forming,
Deep snares are laid, but they shall not enthrall ye;
Justice your cause shall greet,
Laurels lay at your feet,
If each brave band be but watchful and wary.
March, march, &c,
Let fear and unmanliness vanish before ye;
Trust in the Rock who will shelter the righteous
Plant firmly each step on the soil of the free,A heritage left by the sires who bled for us.
May each heart be bounding,
When trumpets are sounding
And the dark traitors shall strive to surround yet
The great God of Battle
Can still the war-rattle.
And brighten the land with a sunset of glory.
March, march, &ao
THE DESPOTS SONG.
BY " OLE SECESH."
With a beard that was filthy and red,
His mouth with tobacco bespread,
Abe Lincoln sat in the gay White Hous%
A-wishing that he was dead,Swear 1 swear I swear I
Till his tongue was blistered o'er;
Then, in a voice not very strong,
le slowly whined the Despot's song -
Lie lie lie!
rye lied like the very deuce
Lie I lie I lie I
As long as lies were of use;




THE DESPOTS SONG.


61


But no w that lies no longer pay,
I know not where to turn;
For when I the truth would say,
My tongue with lies will burnl
Drink! drink! drink 
Till my head feels very queer!
Drink I drink! drinkl
Till I get rid of all fearl
Brandy, and whiskey, and gin,
Sherry, and champagne, and pop,
I tipple, I guzzle, I suck 'em all in,
Till down dead-drunk I drop.
Think! think 1 think 
Till my head is very sore I
Think! think! thinkl
Till I couldn't think any more!
And it's oh! to be splitting of rails
Back in my Illinois hut;
For now that everything fails,
I would of my office be " shut 
Jeff.! Jeff. I Jeff. I
To you as a suppliant I kneel I
Jeff.! Jeff.! Jeff.!
If you could my horros feel,
You'd submit at discretion,
And kindly give in
To all my oppression,
My weakness and sin I




62     THE SO UTHERIN'S WAR SONG
THE SOUTHERN'S WAR-SONG.
BY J. A. WAGNER.
Arise! arise! with main and might,
Sons of the sunny clime!
gird on the sword; the sacred fight
The holy hour doth chime.
Arise! the craven host draws nigh,
In thundering array;
Arise, ye brave I let cowards flyThe hero bides the fray.
Strike hard, strike hard, thou noble band I
Strike hard, with arm of fire I
Strike hard, for God and fatherland,
For mother, wife, and sire I
Let the thunders roar, the lightning flash;
Bold Southern, never fear 
The bay'net's point, the sabre's clbsh,
True Southrons do and dare I
Bright fiowr's spring from the hero's grave I
The craven knows no rest I
Thrice curs'd the traitor and the knavel
The hero thrice is bless'd.
Then let each noble Southern stand,
With bold and manly eye;
We'll do for God and Fatherlandl
We'll do, well do or die 
JUSTICE IS OUR PANOPLY.
BY DE G.
We're free from Yankee despots,
We've left the foul mud-sills,
Declared for e'er our freedom,Well keep it spite of ills.




JUSTICE IS OUR PA OPLY.


Bring forth your scum and rowdies,
Thieves, vagabonds, and all;
March down your Seventh Regiment,
Battalions great and small
We'll meet you in Virginia,
A Southern battle-field,
Were Southern men will never
To Yankees foemen yield.
Equip your Lincoln cavalry,
Your negro light-brigade,
Your hodmen, bootblacks, tinkers,
And scum of every grade.
Pretended love for negroes
Invites you to the strife;
Well, come each Yankee white maa,
And take a negro wife.
You'd make fit black companions,
Black heart joined to black skin
Such unions would be gloriousThey'd make the Devil grin.
Our freedom is our panoplyCome on, you base black-guardl,
We'll snuff you like wax-candles,
Led by our Beauregards.
P. G. T. B. is not alone,
Men like him with him fight i
God's providence is o'er us,
lie will protect the righlL




64 LINCOLN'S INA UGURAL ADDRES&
LINCOLN'S INAUGURAL ADDRESS.
" IN ADVANCE e ALL COMPETITORS.S
BY A " SOUTHERN RIGHS" MAN.
come at the peoples's mad-jority call,
To open the Nation's quarternary ball,
And invite black and white to fall into ranks,
To dance a State jig on Republican planks.
I'll fiddle like Nero, when Rome was on fire,
And pl y any tune that the people desre.
8o let us be merry,-whatever the clatter be,Whilst playing; "0 dear 0 me l what can the
matter be F"
've made a great speech for the people's diversion,
And talked about billet-doux, love, and coercion;
Of the spot I was born, of the place I was reared,
And the -irl that I kissed on account of my beard.
I'll settle the tariff-there's no one can doubt it,
But, as yet, I know nothing or little about it;
And as for those Southerns' bluster and clatter,
I know very well that there's nothing the matter.
You've oft heard repeated those wonderful tales
Of my beating a giant in splitting up rails;
And ere I left home-you know the fact is trueThat I beat a small Giant at politics, too.
Shllod it now be the will of the N oith and the
Fates,
I can do it up Brown, oy the splitting of States;
And then, when the State-splitting business fails
I'll resume my old trade as a splitter rails.




THE CALL OF FREEDOM.


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THE CALL OF FREEDOM.
Bar'r. to the rescue I Freedom calls,
JV nere triumph's banners brightly wave
And triumphs he who nobly falls,
'or glory gilds his honored gravel
But fall he will not, if on high
Still rules the mighty and the Just,
Or, daring thus, if doom'd to die,
The tyrant first shall bite the dust 1
Virginia Queen of nations proud I
How grand in all the classic pastl
Thine offspring, Freedom, calls aloud,
And Honor echoes back the blastl
The fame of all thine ancient years,
The demigods of olden time,
Dispel the dastard dream of fears,
And dare thee act thy part sublime
Virginia answers to the call!
Virginia, ever great and free:
The brave, the beautiful, and all
From mountain crag, and teeming val,
From every mhunble hamlet hone,
As swift as sweeps the lightning gale,
Her stalwart children, crowding, come I
They come I they come I devoutly fired,
To do or die, in Freedom's cause;
By justice armed, by God inspired,
To vindicate their sovereign laws 1
And Heaven will shield the honored breast
That braves the tyrant's stripes unfurl'd,
And victory o'er that banner rest,
Whose dawning splendors fill the worldl




5 6   THE CALL OP FREEDOM


All proudly gleams the golden dawn,
The starred Aurora of the free;
All brightly bursts the blazing morn
Of fixed and faithful Liberty.
For ever flame that standard high
O'er mountain crest and surging stream,
Where courage, faith, and purity,
In loving lustres blending beam 1
In Southern skies, on Southern soil,
O'er honest Southern heads and hearts,
For all who think, for all who toil,
Till life's last lingering drop departs,
Shall grandly wave in glory bright,
From gulf to bay, from sea to sea,
In one undying blaze of light,
That noblest ensign of the free.
By all that woman's love inspires,
By all that breathes above the sod.
By the fond ashes of our sires,
By the eternal truth of God,
Where land the felons but to die,
Their footsteps first shall be their last!
Their base-born blood shall shock the sky I
And havoc shudder back agast!
Hark to the rescue. Freedom calls,
Where Freedom's banners brightly war.
And triumphs he who nobly falls,
For glory gild his honored gravel
But fall he will not, if on high
Stili rules the mighty aind the Juat,
Or, daring tlius, if uooln'd to die,
The tyrant first shall bite the dust t




NMANASSAS


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MANASAS.
BY A REBEL.
Upon our country's border lay,
Holding the ruthless foe at bay,
Through chilly night and burning day,
Our army at Manassas.
Then our eager eyes were turned,
While many restless spirit burned,
And many a fond heart wildly yearned,
O'er loved ones at Manassa&
For fast the Vandals gathered, strong
In wealth and numbers, all along
Our highways pressed a countless throng,
To battle at Manassas.
With martial pomp and proud array,
With burnished arms and banners gay,
Panting for the inhuman fray,
They rolled upon Manassas.
The opening cannons' thunders rent
The air, and ere their clarge was spent,
Muskets and rifles quickly sent
Death to us at Manassas.
But, like a wall of granite, stood
The true, the great, the brave', the good,
WTbo firmly holding field and wood,
Guarded us at Manasas.i
They promptly answered fire with 6re;
Danger could not with fear inspire
Their bearts, whose courage rose thl higher,
When death ruled at Mlauar.ai




MAAvASAA&.
At dawn the murderous work begun;
The battle fiercely raged at noon;
Evening drew on,-'t was not done,The carnage at Manassas.
Oh, trembling Freedom! didst thou stay
Throughout that agonizing day,
To watch where victory would lay
Her laurels at Manassas?
Yea! and thy potent trumpet tone
Ordered our gallant warriors on,
To the bold charge which for thee won
The triumph at Manassas.
Well might the dastard foemen yield,
When Right and Vengeance joined to wild
The well-aimed ball and glittering steel,
Which hurled them from Mamassa
They broke, and fear lent wings to feet,
Flying before our charges fleet,
Which followed up their wild retreat,Their mad rout at Manassas.
Strike! Southrons, strike for ne'er a foe
So worthy of your every blow
Can your good swords and carbines know,
As those who south Manassas.
For that our home are still secure
Our wives and sisters still left pure,
Our altars drip not with our gore;
Thanks. victors of Manassas 
Thy charmed trumpet sound, 0 Fame
Let music catch the loud refrain,
While in a glad, triumphant strain,
We celebrate lMaassas.




0OUTHERN SONG.                 as
And every soldier's breast shall fire
With emulation, and desire
To equal-fame can point no higher —
The heroes of Manassas.
Alas that many writhe in pain,
Whose precious blood was spilt to gain
Glory and freedom on thy plain,Thy bloody plain, Manassa.
If sympathy can aught avail,
If fervent prayers with Heaven prevail,
In your behafl they shall not fail,
Poor wounded of Manassaa.
Alas! that blended with the tone
Of triumph, breathes the stifled moan
For many brave, whose dear lives won
The victory of Manassas.
A grateful nation long shall keep
Their memory, and flock to weep
Above the turf where softly sleep
The martyrs of ManassaL
SOUTHERN SONG.
TUNE-" Waitfor the Wagon."
Come, all ye sons of freedom,
And join our Southern band,
We are going to fight the Yankee,
And drive them from our land,
Justice is our motto,
And Providence our guide,
Bo jump into the wagon,
And we'll all take a ride.
Chorus-So wait for the wason! the
dissolution wagon;
The South is the wagon, and well al
take a ride.




go


SOUTHERN SONG.
Secession is our watchword;
Our rights we all demand;
To defend our homes and firesides
We pledge our hearts and hands,
Jeff. Davis is our President,
With Stephens by his side;
Great Beauregard our General;
He joins us in our ride.
Chorus-Wait for the wagon, &a
Our wagon is the very best;
The running gear is good;
Stuffed round the sides with cotton,
And made of Southern wood.
Carolina is the driver,
With Georgia by her side;
Virginia hold the flag up
While we all take a ride.
Chorus-Wait for the wagon, &o.
The invading tribe, called Yankees,
With Lincoln for their guide
Tried to keep Kentucky
From joining in the ride;
But she heeded not their entreaties,She has come into the ring;
She wouldn't fight for a goverment
Where cotton wasn't king.
Chorus-So wait for the wagon, &o
Old Lincoln and his Congressmen
With Seward by his side,
Put old Scott in the wagon,
Just for to take a ride.
McDowell was the driver,
To cross Bull Run he tried,
But there he left the wagon
For Beauregard to ride.
Chorus-Wait for the wagon, &a




YANKEE VANDALS


61


Manassas was the battle ground;
The field was fair and wide:
The Yankees thought they'd whip us out,
And on to Richmond ride;
But when they met our "Dixie" boys,
Their danger they espied;
They wheeled about for Washington,
And didn't wait to ride.
Chorus-So wait for the wagon, &to;
Brave Beauregard, God bless him I
Let legions in his stead,
While Johnson seized the colors
And waved them o'er his head.
To rising generations,
With pleasure we will tell
Bow bravely our Fisher
And gallant Johnson fell.
Chorus-So wait for the wagon, &o.
YANKEE VANDALIS
AIB-" Gay and Happy."
The Northern Abolition vandals,
Wimo have come to free the slave,
Will meet their doom in " Old Virginny,"
Where they all will get a grave.
Chorus. So let the Yankees say what they will,
We'll love and fight for Dixie still,
Love and fight for love and fight for,
We'll love and fight for Dixie stilL




62


YAI.NKEE    VANDALS.
They started for Manassas Junction,
With an army full of fight,
But they caught a Southern tartar,
And they took a bully fight.
So let the Yankees, etc.
Old Fuss and Feathers" could not save thea,
All their boasting was in vain,
Before the Southern steel they cowered,
And their bodies strewed the plain.
So let the Yankees, etc.
The " Maryland Line" was there as ever,
With their battle-shout and blade,
They shed new lustre on their mother,
When that final charge they made.
So let Yankees, etc.
Old Abe may make another effort
For to take his onward way,
But his legions then as ever,
Will be forced to run away.
So let the Yankees, etc.
Brave Jeff. and glorious Beauregard,
With dashing Johnlson, noble, true,
Will meet their hireling host again,
And scatter them like morning dew.
So let the Yankees, etc.
When the Hessian hords is driven,
O'er Potomac's classic flood,
The pulses of a new-born freedom,
Then will stir old Maryland's blood.
So let the Yankees, etc.
From the lofty Alleghanies,
To old Worcester's sea-washed shore,
Her sons will come to greet the victory
There in good old Baltimore.
So let the Yankees, etc.




THE SOLDIER BO Y.


63


When with voices light and gladsome,
We will swell the choral strain,
Telling that our dear old mother,
Glorious Maryland's free again.
So let the Yankees, etc.
Then well crown our warrior chieftains,
Who have led us in the fight,
And have brought the South in triumph
Through dread danger's troubled night.
So let the Yankees,
And the brave who nobly perished,
Struggling in the bloody fray,
We'll weave a wreath of fadeless laurel
For their glorious memory.
So let the Yankees, etc.
O'er their graves the Southern maidens,
From sea-slhore to mountain grot,
Will plant the smiling rose of beauty,
And the sweet forget-me-not.
Bo let the Yankees, etc.
THE SOLDIER BOY.
BY H. M. L.
I give my soldier boy a blade,
In fair Damascus fashioned well;
Who first the glittering falchion swayed
Who first beneath its fury fell.
I know not; but I hope to know
That for no mean or hireling trade,
To guard no feeling, base or low,
I give my soldier boy a blade.




64 A SOUTHERN GATHERING SONG.


Cool, calm, and clear, the lucid flood,
In which its tempering work was done.
As calm, as clear, as clear of mood
Be thou when'er it sees the sun;
For country's claim, at honor's call,
For outraged friend, insulted maid,
At mercy's voice to bid it fall,
I give my soldier boy a blade.
The eye which marked its peerless edge,
The hand that weigh'd its balanced poise
Anvil and pincers, forge and wedge,
Are gone with all their flame and noise;
And still the gleaming sword remains,
So when in dust I low am laid,
Remember by these heartfelt strains,
I give my soldier boy a blade.
A SOUTHERN GATHERING SONG.
BY L. VIRGINIA FRENCH.
AIR-" Hail Columbia."
Song of the South, beware the foe 
Hark to the murmur deep and low,
Rolling up like the coming storm,
Swelling up like sounding storm,
Hoarse as the hurricanes that brood
In space's far infinitude 1
Minute guns of omen boom
Through the future's folded gloom;
Sounds prophetic fill the air,
Heedt he warning-and prepare I




A SO UTHERN GATHERI SGC 8. 66


Watch! be wary-every hour
Mark the foeman's gathering powerKeep watch and ward upon his tradk
And crush the rash invader back I
Sons of the Brave!-a barrier stanch
Breasting the ailen avalancheManning the battlements of right;
Up, for your Country, " God, and right!
From your battalions steadly,
And strike for death or victory I
Surging onward sweeps the wave,
Berried colums of the brave,
Banded 'neath the bension
Of Freedom's godlike Washington I
Stand! but should the invading foe
Aspire to lay your altars low,
Charge on the tyrant ere he gain
Your iron arteried domain I
Sons of the brave I when tumult trod
The tide of revolution-God
Looked from His throne on " the things of time,*
And two new stars in the rein of time
He bade to burn in the azure dome-,The freeman's love and the freeman's home I
Holy of holies! guard them well,
Baffle the despot's secret spell,
And let the chords of life be riven
Eae you yield those gifts of Heaven
Iopcean trumpet notes
Shake the air where our banner floats;
lo triumphe I still we see
The land of the South is the home of the free I




66  ANOTHER YANKEE DOODLZ


ANOTHER YANKEE DOODLI
Yankee Doodle had a mind
To whip the Southern traitors,
Because they didn't choose to live
On codfish and potatoes.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
And so to keep his courage up
He took a drink of brandy.
Yankee Doodle said he found
By all the census figures,
That he could starve the rebels onu
If he could steal their niggers
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
And then he took another drink
Of gunpowder and brandy.
Yankee Doodle made a speech;
'Twas very full of feeling;
I fear, says he, I cannot fight,
But I am good at stealing.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Hurrah for Lincoln. he's the boy
To take a drop of brandy.
Yankee Doodle drew his sword,
And practised all the passes;
Come, boys, we'll take another driuk
When we get to Manassas.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
They never reached Manassas plain,
And never got the brandy.




ANOTHIER YANKEE DOODLE.


Yankee Doodle soon found outlI
That Bull Run war, no trifle;
For if the 'North knevi how to steal,
The Sonth knew how to rifle.
Yankee IDoodle, doodl e-doe,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
'I'is very clear I took too, much
Of that infernal braudy.
Yankee Doodle wheeleld about,
And scampered off at full run,
And suchi a race was never seeu
As that he madle at Bull Rua.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doo,
Yankee Doodle (dandy,
I havni't time to stop just now
To take a drop of brandy.
Yankee Doodle, oh! for shame,
Your'e alwa's intermeddling;
Let guins alone, they're dangerous thing.;
You'd better stick to peddling,
Yanikee Doodle, doodle.-doo,
Yankee Doodle dandv,
When next I go to Bully Rum
I'll throw away the lbrandy.
Yankee Doodle, you had ought
To be a little smarter;
Insitead of catching woolly heads,
I vow you've caught a tartar.
Yankee Doodle, doodle-doe,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
GO to h1Un1, youv'e had enough
Of rebels and of brandy.




68     THE STARS AND BAR&


THE STARS AND BARS
'Tis sixty-two I-and sixty-one,
Witl the old Union now is gone,
Reeking witl bloody warsGone with that ensign, once so prized,
The Stars and Stripes, now so despised,
Struck for the Stars and Bars.
The burden once of patriot's song,
Now badge of tyranny and wrong,
For us no more it waves;
We claim the stars-the stripes we yield,
We give them up on every field,
Where fight the Southern braves.
Our motto this-" God and our Right;"
For sacred liberty we fightNot for the lust of power;
Compelled by wrongs the sword t' unsheath,
We '11 fight, be free, or cease to breathe —
We '11 die before we cower.
By all the blood our fathers shed,
We will from tyranny be freedWe will not conquered be;
Like them, no higher power we own
But God's-we bow to Him aloneWe will, we will be free I
For homes and altars we contend,
Assured that God will us defendHe makes our cause His own;
Not of our gallant patriot host,
Not of brave leaders do we boast 
We trust in God alone,




THE STARS AND BARS.


Ut


Sumter, and Bethel, and Bull Run
Witnessed fierce battles fought and woN,
By aid of Power Divine;
We met the foe, who us defied,
In all his pomp, in all his pride,
Shouting: " Manasseh's mine 1"
It was not thine, thou boasting foe I
We laid thy vandal legions low,
We made them bite the sod;
At Lexington the braggart yields,
Leesburg, Belmont, and other fields;Still help us, mighty God 
Thou smiled'st on the patriot seven,
Thou smiled'st on the brave eleven
Free, independent States;
Their number Thou wilt soon increase
And bless them with a lasting peace,
Within their happy gates.
No more shall violence then be heard,
Wasting destruction no more feared
In all this Southern land;
"Praise," she her gates devoutly calls,
"Salvation," her heaven-guarded walls,
What shall her power withstand t
The little one," by heavenly aid,
A thousand is-the small one made,
"A nation-oh I how strong 1"
Jehovah, who the right befriends
Jehovah, who our flag defends,
Is hastening it along I




70   OUR BRA VES IN VIR GIN1A.


OUR BRAVES IN VIRGINIA.
AIR —" Dixie Land"
We have ridden from the brave Southwest
On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast;
Hurrah! hurrah hurrah hurrahI
With sabre flash and rifle true,
Hurrah! hurrah!
The Northern ranks we will,cut through,
And charge for old Virginia, boys.
Hurrah! hurrah!
Then charge for Old Virginia.
We have come from the cloud-capp'd mountain,
From the land of purest fountains;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah I
Our sweethearts and wives conjure us,
Hurrah! hurrah I
Not to leave a foe before us,
And strike for old Virginia, ooys, &o.
Then we 11 rally to the bugle call,
For Southern rights we'll fight and fall,
Hurrah I hurrah! hurrah! hurrah 
Our gray-haired sires sternly say,
Hurrah I hurrah!
rhat we must die or win the day.
Three cheers for Old Virginia, &c.
Then our silken banner wave on high;
For Southern homes we 'l fight and die.
Hurrah 1 hurrah I hurrah! hurrah!
Our cause is right, our quarrel just,
Hurrah I hurrah I
We '11 in the God of battles trust,
And conquer for Virginia, boys, &o.




THE SONG OF lHE EXILE.


71


THE SONG OF THE EXILEh
AIR: " Dixie.n
Oh! here I am in the land of cotton,
The flag once honored is now forgotten;
Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie's land.
But here I stand for Dixie dear,
To fight for freedom, without fear;
Fight away, fight away, fight; away for Dixie's land.
Chorus. For Dixie's land I'll take my stand,
To live or die for Dixie's lanld.
Fight away, fight away, fight away frf
Dixie's land.
Oh! have you heard the latest news,
Of Lincoln and his kangaroos;
Fight away, &c
His minions now they would oppress us,
With war and bloodshed they'd distress l1
Fight away, &c.
Abe Lincoln tore through Baltimore,
In a baggage-car with fastened door;
Fi-ght away, etc.
And left his wife alas! alack!
To perish on the railroad track I
Fight away, etc.
Abe Lincoln is the President,
He 'll wish his days in Springfield spent;
Fight away, etc.
We '11 show him that old Scott's a foo,
We '11 ne'er submit to Yankee rule,
Fight away, etc.




72       THE SONG OF THE EXILE
At first our States were only seven,
But now we number stars eleven
Figlt away, etc.
Brave old Missouri shall be ours,
Despite old Lincoln's Northern powers,
Fight away, etc.
We have no ships, we have no navies,
But mighty faith in the great Jeff. Davis,
Fight away, etc.
Due honor, too, we will award,
To gallant Bragg and Beauregard,
Fight away, etc.
Abe's proclamation in a twinkle,
Stirred up the blood of Rip Van Winkle;
Fight away, etc.
Jeff. Davis's answer was short and curt;
"Fort Sumter 's taken and ' nobody's hurai:
Fight away, etc.




CONTENTS.
PAG,
A try! Arms............................. 40
Another Yankee Doodle,........................66
A Southern Gathering Song,.....................   59
Battle Ode to Virginia,.........................41
Call All! Call All!..........................    23
Confederate Song,.........4...............     44
Dixie,........................................26
Fort Sumter,................................33
Flight of Doodles,............................ 42
God Save the South,........................... 21
Justice is our Panopl,.........................
Lincoln's Inaugural Address,.................... 54
Maryland,.............................           37
Manassas,.................................   62
Our Braves in Virginia,......................70
Rebels,.............................    35
Song of the Southern Soldier,.............




CONTENTS.
8outhern Song of Freedom.....................17
Southern Song,...............2..........2
Southern War-Cry,.............28
Sweethearts and the War,...................... 45
Southern  Song,................................. f4
The Battle of Bethel Church................... 20
The South in Arms,...........................22
The Martyr of Alexandria.....................29
True to his Name,............................28
The Star of the West,.......................29
To the Tories of Virgiiiia,.....................30
rhere's Nothing Going Wrong,.................. 36
The Despot's Song,............................50
The Southern War-Song,.......................52
The Call of Freedom,............................55
The Soldier Boy,........................       58
The Stars and  Bars,............................ 8
Thle Song of the Exile,...................... 70
War Song,..........................32
What the Soutt  Winds Say,..1................. 18
War Song,...............................32
We Come I We Come I.........................4t
Yankee Vandals............................(;




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SIR EDWARD LYTTON BULWER
(Lord Lytton.)
It is almost superfluous to say a word in praise of the prince of novelists. He
holds an undivided-sceptre over the mind of every intelligent reader. For skillful
plots, fine discrimination of character, and powerful delineation of passion, he has
no equal. Time flies, and in his course sweeps down the budding as well as the
matured fruits of other authors-but his keen scythe leaves the productions of
Bulwer as fresh and lovely as when he first gladdened the eyes of his readers with
their manifold excellences.
BIENZI. This glorious Republican treads amid the broken pillars of the antique
forum, and rouses his fallen countrymen. In this great book Bulwer admirably blends the old heroic souls of the ancient Roman with the picturesque,
and perhaps more loveable, personages of early Italy.
PELHAM; or, THE ADVENTURES of a GENTLEMAN. Bulwer gives us an insight
into the fashionable phase of London Society, and makes us acquainted with
the real "higher classes."
PAUL CLIFFORD. It takes nothing from the interest of this great story to know
that many of its incidents are true to life. It shows that vice in its most captivating form but leads to destruction.
EUGENE ARAM. Stripped of all embellishment, this is the most woful tale that
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THE DISOWNED. No story was ever more full of striking incidents or of more
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FALKLAND. Full of the tenderness of Petrarch and the ardor of Abelard. Unlike
any other work by him, it is still full of genius. It is out of the fulness of the
heart that the mouth pours forth its eloquence.
In same volume:
PILGRIMS OF THE RHINE. Every reviewer has eulogized this charming volume.
Those who intend travelling on the blue stream that mirrors Bingen on its
bosom should read this book.
LAST DAYS OF POMPEII. It required the highest genius to fitly describe the
terrible overwhelming of this city. The blind girl, Nidia, has furnished themes
for playwrights, painters and sculptors.
THE STUDENT. The thoughtful devotee of science is most poetically depicted.
The interesting scholar, with his face "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of
thought," is a noble character.
DEVEREUX. Even Bulwer cannot hope to surpass this story. It seems perfection in every particular. We can recall the name of no modern book that has
taken such a firm hold on popularity.
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NEWTON FOSTER. Gives a clearer idea of a seaman's existence than a voyage
around the Horn. Neither terrible nor merry adventures are omitted. Indeed
one passes from the cabin to the fo'castle as in real life.
MIDSHIPMAN EASY. This writer never wrote a dull book. Marryat was every
inch a sailor-knew a sailor's every foible, every whim, and has painted them
to the life.
PETER SIMPLE. About the best sea story in the language. Thousands have
laughed till the tears came, at the locker full of fun that the Captain opens for
all-powder-monkey or middy alike.
PACHA OF MANY TALES. The many tales will be found equal to one another,
and all excellent, and never tedious in length. Yet are they never, "like the,
cur's continuation," cut off too close to the ears.
THE PIRATE AND THE THREE CUTTERS. All kinds of visions arise before the
reader's eyes-frowning men, clambering aboard contested craft; shots exchanged; cutlasses clashing-in short, a fierce encounter with the crew of the
ship assailed.
THE KING'S OWN. Here we have unalloyed enjoyment-the sea breeze, the exciting episodes, the novel, interesting sights, scenes and persons, without the
discomforts attending them. Most admirably has the author blended lights
and shades in this great romance.
JAPHET IN SEARCH OF A FATHER. No writer has risen worthy to wield Mar.
ryat's unrivalled pen. No reader ever regrets having started out with Japhet
in his long, long, laborious search.
SNARLEYOW, THE DOG FIEND., "Snarleyow " will have been found guilty of
making Daniel Lamberts of the human race. The person who has not yet
perused this book has "a high old time " in store for him.
JACOB FAITHFUL. Marryat knew every strand in a sailor's life, and there has
never been one so able in portraying. Blow high or blow low, the Captain
is " always on deck."
FRANK MILDMAY. Perhaps in no other work does Marryat better evince his
wonderful power than he does in "Frank Mildmay." Whether "running
under bare poles" or "carrying every stitch of canvas," none can beat the
" Cap."
PERCIVAL KEENE. This writer knew every craft that ever floated, with ano less
thorough knowledge of every wish, hope, fear that ever pulsated in a true heart.
This has made Marryat the best nautical novelist that ever lived.
PHANTOM SHIP. If anybody knows more about "Wizard Skiffs," and "Flying
Dutchmen" than Marryat "runs off" in this book, he can take our tarpaulin
and the last " chaw " of Lorillard we have in the locker.
RATLIN, THE REEFER. The happiest days of our existence were when we were
" laying off" in the foretop of old " Ironsides," reading this charming book to
our all-delighted messmates.
THE POACHER.     In this book Marryat proves that he could write equally as
well of "shore" life as of a "life on the ocean wave." The adventures of
Joseph Rushbrook are very affecting.
POOR JACK. The life history of this little sea-side waif is one of the most truthful narratives of the troubles and trials of a sailor-boy's cruise that has ever
been entered in the log-book of life.
MASTERMAN READY; OR, THE, WRECK OF THE PACIFIC. A book of wrecks, and
coral isles, and orange groves, of dusky maids in the ocean billows, and of halfwild runaway sailor boys.
VALERIE. Evidently written by Marryat to show that he was equally at home
on the land as on the sea. Powerful and tender scenes dramatically portrayed
and contrasted.
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