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r may come again. The widow clasps the fatherless in silent, speechless grief, Or weeps as if in floods of tears the soul could find relief; The Old Dominion weeps, and mourns full many a gallant son, Who sleeps upon that fatal field beside that craggy run. Oh, matrons of Virginia! with you has been the blame; It was for you to bend the twig before its ripeness came ;-- For you a patriot love to form, a loyal mind to nurse; But ye have left your task undone, and now ye feel the curse. Think ye Virginia can stand and bar the onward way Of Freedom in her glorious march, and conquer in the fray? Have ye so soon the truths forgot which Washington let fall, To cherish Freedom ever, and Union above all? Go to! for thou art fallen, and lost thy high estate,-- Forgotten all thy glories; ignoble be thy fate! Yet from the past's experience a lesson may be won: Though all thy fields be steeped in blood, still Freedom's march is on. Glen Ridge, July 27, 1861. --Boston Transcript, July 30.
A correspondent of the Charleston Mercury, writing from Richmond, Va., says:--It is settled, without question, that at one time during the fight, our army was on the eve of being defeated. This was in the early part of the afternoon. Scattered and exhausted as were our men, victory, for a time, inclined to favor the overwhelming army of the enemy, and its General, believing he had gained a victory, despatched the news to Washington. Happily, at this critical juncture, Kershaw, Cash, and Kemper stemmed and turned the adverse tide, driving the frightened foe before their accurate fire and rapid charges. Both Beauregard and Johnston rallied their forces, and led them in person to the attack. Soon after, Elzey's and Smith's brigades, of about four thousand men, came up opportunely and reinforced our army. This reinforcement, with the heroic rally made by the Generals, after Kershaw turned the tide of battle in our favor, decided the fortunes of the field. A member of the Palme
24. Citoyens, La Patrie Est en danger. “The Country is in danger!” Men, rally at her call! See her banner floating o'er you-- And shall that banner fall? Shall the Stripes be torn asunder, And the Stars drop one by one, And Secession be the ruler Of the land of Washington? “The Country is in danger,” But not from foreign hands: They are countrymen, not strangers, Who fill the hostile bands: They are men whom we have trusted, And soldiers we have known, Who, to seize the nation's honour, Have trod upon their own. O men! who've fought and conquered, With the Stars and Stripes o'erhead-- Who to greet its folds have shouted, Who to rescue them have bled-- Is this your boasted prowess, Your spirit brave and true? Keep off your caitiff fingers From the red and white and blue! “The Country is in danger!” How strange the tidings sound! How solemnly from Sumter Those heavy shots rebound! Our blessed land of Freedom Tried for her life again? Our aching hearts are sorer For the str
Anecdote of Gen. Scott.--The editor of the Lancaster (Pa.) Examiner, in a letter to that paper from Washington, tells the following good story of Gen. Scott: Several days ago the general was called upon by a Virginian, whom he recognized as an old acquaintance. The visitor, after taking a seat, frankly acknowledged his allegiance to the Southern Confederacy, but presumed that as he came a messenger of mercy, he might safely claim by the courtesies of war a friendly protection. Upon an assurance of entire safety, he told his story thus: I am in alliance with the Confederate army, to which I have liberally supplied men, and money, and arms; and while I justify and support a resistance to the Northern invasion, my individual sense of honor and personal respect for your military greatness, impelled me to hazard my life in crossing the borders that I might frankly tell you that in a den of conspirators plotting your assassination, there is one who, at regular intervals, witho
41. to Jefferson Davis. an Acrostic. Just God! where sleepeth thy vengeance? Eternal and burning, may thy terrible wrath Fall on the arch traitor and his unholy crew, who For mad ambitions's sake, would trample the flag Erected by Washington and his noble compeers. Rise! Shade of the mighty! and hurl to perdition Such traitors to country, and greatness, and God! Oh! let red thunderbolts, famine, pestilence, and plague, Never-dying miseries, and the deep, damning horrors of Hell Descend upon him who can ruthlessly deluge All this fair land, with tears, and fraternal blood! Vengeance surely waiteth, hot, fierce, and terrible, In the store-house of God; and the hot bolts of wrath Suspended, are waiting to bring thee to doom! P. --Chautauqua Democrat.
anket, towel or napkin, fork or spoon. With few exceptions, every valuable article there stolen was the personal property of my wife and daughter. And most of it to them had a special value, as the gifts of affection and friendship — the gathering of many years in various parts of the globe, and which money can never replace. It is difficult to realize that such a piece of vandalism could be perpetrated in our country, in this our day. Alas! for the poor old Commonwealth, the land of Washington, the mother of Presidents, committing a petty larceny that would shame a respectable bandit. I am a Southerner, but, thank God, I have not to blush that I am a Virginian. As regards your Excellency's statements in relation to my son, I will simply say to you that it is untrue., Could I face your informers, whom I recognize, I would tell them it was false, wilfully and deliberately false, and but a shallow subterfuge to cover up the infamy of the theft. The traitorous band around the b
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f the Bourbon cavalry, Kentucky. I. God save the flag of our native land- The glorious banner of Stripes and Stars! Crushed be the treacherous, craven hand, That its hallowed and blended beauty mars! Long hath it gallantly floated out, Our ensign of freedom on sea and shore, And the sovereign people, with loyal shout Shall rally around it forevermore. American freemen, hand to hand, A bulkwark to guard it well, shall stand; God save the flag of our native land. II. It gladdened the eyes of Washington, John Hancock swore to defend it well; At Yorktown, Bunker, and Bennington, Heroes defending it, bravely fell. Shot and sabre were nought to them, Guarding our banner, bought with blood, A scar for its sake was a diadem, Coveted nobly by field and flood. American freemen, hand to hand, A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand; God save the flag of our native land. III. Anderson guarded it through the fray, With his gallant band, all staunch and true; When a thousand years have passed away,
sent forward in advance of the brave, chivalrous, and indomitable Gen. Henry A. Wise, to urge you to fly to arms without a moment's delay. Gather every thing in the shape of arms that may be converted into them, and paste the name of the person from whom they are taken upon them, that they may be valued. Bring all the powder, every flint, percussion cap, &c.; all the lead, and every thing else you cant think of that will be of service, and fly in squads to prominent points on the road from Staunton to Charleston, Kanawha County, and await the arrival of your General, who will be on in a few days to muster you into service. Be brave, and fear not! The God that made the mountains is God of the lion-hearted and brave! The land of Washington, Henry, Jefferson, and Madison, is sacred — it must not, it shall not be desecrated! By all the memories of the past, and all hopes of the future, I beg you to rally at once. By order of General Wise. Evermont Ward. --Boston Journal, Aug. 6
A good Samaritan.--A letter from Washington on the battle of Bull Run, says:--While in the quarters of the Michigan Fourth this morning, I met with a very intelligent corporal, who became separated from his regiment during the retreat, and was obliged to seek shelter among the bushes. When night came, he wandered along and lost his way in the woods. Being slightly wounded in the leg, his progress was somewhat slow. By Wednesday night he had only reached the environs of Fairfax. Exhausted and completely dispirited, he espied a Confederate picket, and deliberately walked up and told the sentry who he was. To his utter surprise the soldier poured out some whiskey, gave him food, told him where he could find a stack of arms, and where he could sleep during the night in perfect safety in a negro hut. He added: I am a Union man, but preferred to volunteer to fight rather than to be impressed. I thus save my property, and will trust to luck. If we meet again in battle, I will not tr