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The Norfolk Day Book, December 29, also says that General Scott has arrived in New-York, and that he left England at the request of the English authorities, and that England was about to declare war against the United States.
bove, the spectral gallows shone, And from his lips escaped a groan-- Secession! “Try not that game!” Abe Lincoln said, “Dark lower the thunders overhead; The mighty North has been defied.” But still that drunken voice replied-- Secession! “Oh! pause,” the Quaker said, “and think Before thee leaps from off the brink!” Contempt was in his drunken leer; And still he answered with a sneer-- Secession! “Beware the pine-tree's bristling branch! Beware the Northern Avalanche!” And that was Scott's restraining voice; But still this was the traitor's choice-- Secession! At close of war, as toward their homes Our troops as victors hurried on, And turned to God a thankful prayer, A voice whined through the startled air-- Secession! A traitor by a soldier keen, Suspended by the neck was seen, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with this strange device-- Secession! There, to the mournful gibbet strung, Lifeless and horrible he hung; And from the sky there seeme
by a member of Co. G, First Massachusetts Regiment. I come from old Manassa, with a pocket full of fun-- I killed forty Yankees with a single-barreled gun; It don't make a niff-a-stifference to neither you or 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 or I, They took to their heels, boys, and you ought to see 'em fly. I saw old Fuss and Feathers Scott, twenty miles away, His 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 Crescent 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 al
The Halifax (N. S.) Colonist published the following veracious report: A rumor was current yesterday, said to have been set afloat by some of the passengers by the Asia, that Gen. Scott was the bearer of despatches from the Washington Government to the Emperor of the French, asking his aid in the suppression of the rebellion, and as a quid pro quo for his services, offering him the aid of the Federal Government in an attempt to invade Canada. Napoleon, on receiving the despatches, and learning their contents, immediately sent them to the British government. We give the rumor as we heard it, merely remarking, that there may be more in it than appears at first sight.
Buchanan and Scott.--The Richmond Dispatch says: A bill has been reported in the Virginia Senate to change the names of the counties of Buchanan and Scott. It is quite proper to wipe out from the map of Virginia everything that serves to perpetuate the name of an enemy or a traitor, and the proposition will doubtless meet the unanimous approval of the people. The bill alluded to does not suggest the names to be substituted, though Cary and Carrington, well known in the history of Virginia, have been under consideration. Cincinnati Gazette, January 29.
that the soldier was saved! He has doubtless forgotten the incident, but the soldier did not. When the Third Vermont charged upon the rifle-pits, the enemy poured a volley upon them. The first man who fell, with six bullets in his body, was Wm. Scott, of company K. His comrades caught him up, and as his life-blood ebbed away, he raised to heaven, amid the din of war, the cries of the dying, and the shouts of the enemy, a prayer for the President, and as he died he remarked to his comrade te lay shrouded in his coat and blanket. The men separated; in a few minutes all were en gaged in something around the camp, as though nothing had happened unusual; but that scene will live upon their memories while life lasts; the calm look of Scott's face, the seeming look of satisfaction he felt still lingered; and could the President have seen him he would have felt that his act of mercy had been wisely bestowed. But the cannon's roar is to be heard toward Yorktown, and we must be off to