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Are New-Zealanders Belligerents?--The London Daily News published the following communication: Sir: We are at war with the New-Zealanders — we for empire, they for independence! What if President Lincoln recognize their belligerent rights? and what if New-York capitalists take a New-Zealand loan — and if an American Laird furnish a New-Zealand Alabama, to be commissioned by a Maori lieutenant, and manned by British seamen from the naval reserve, and so on? Why not? and what then? I am, sir, etc., Nemesi
year I embraced the Gospel; at that time I was also engaged in the coasting trade with my father. In 1856, I left the sea for a time, and my father set out to look for a place to live in peace and freedom. He first stopped in the land of William Penn, Benjamin Franklin, and where the bright Juniata flows--Pennsylvania--but he rested not there; the black man was not secure on the soil where the Declaration of Independence was written. He went far. Then he visited the Empire State--great New-York — whose chief ambition seemed to be for commerce and gold, and with her unceasing struggle for supremacy, she heard not the slave; she only had time to spurn the man with the sable skin, and made him feel that he was an alien in his native land. At last he set his weary feet upon the sterile rocks of Old Massachusetts. The very air he breathed put enthusiasm into his spirit, Oh! yes, he found a refuge from oppression in the Old Bay State. He selected as his dwelling-place the city of
at New-Orleans, one of, the men made the following speech: Fellow-soldiers ob de Sebenth Regiment: I is mighty glad to enjoy dis ‘portunity for enjoying dis fust free Christmas in dis world what we live in. A year ago, where was we? We was down in de dark land of slavery. And now where are we? We are free men, and soldiers of de United States. And what have we to do? We have to fight de rebels so dat we never more be slaves. When de day of battle come, what will we do? I speak for me, and I say for myself, I go and fight de rebels till de last man die. Yes, under de flags what was presented to us from New-York, we fight till de last man die; and if I be de last man, what will I do? I hold up de flags, and if I die, den I go to my grave cousified for doing my duty. De President of de United States is one great man what has done more good dan any oder man whatever was borned. I bless de Lord we fight for so good commander. I have no more to say now and evermore.--Amen.
41. dead-en bivouac. by Captain George P. Burnham, U. S. A. During the advance of the army of the Potomac south of the Rapidan, on those very cold nights the troops and guards suffered terribly. Several had limbs frost-bitten, and one man, in the Second corps, froze to death while on picket duty.--Telegraph despatch in December to New-York papers. By the margin of the river, 'Midst the plunging snow and sleet, On the picket-post they shiver, As they pace their lonely beat! Of the loved ones (calmly sleeping Safe from cold, alarm, or fight) They are thinking, whilst they're keeping “Watch-in-watch” this bitter night. Near the Rapid Ann we rested-- After weeks and months of toil-- (Faith and valor meanwhile tested!) On Virginia's “sacred” soil. By the lonely weird camp-fire, Hard upon the foeman's track, 'Mid the gloom and dampness dire We lay down--en bivouac. “All is well!” the sentry uttered, Far away upon the right; “All is well!” the centre muttered-- Then the le