The following lines of doggerel were scribbled on one of the walls. The runaway writer has some fun in him, and we can almost forgive the hasty manner in which he left our shores without visiting Charleston: twenty-Eighth of June--good-Bye. air--Mary Blane. Oh! farewell, Carolinians,
We are going far away;
Don't cry — we'll soon be back,
Another game to play.
Chorus — Oh! farewell! oh! farewell!
Our parting's full of pain;
But do take care yourselves, my dears,
We are coming back again.
Your swampy land's too hot for us,
We are going off to cool;
But never mind, our Monitor
Will put you all to school.
When last you saw a silver dime,
The truth it must be said;
To search your empty pockets, boys,
They'll answer “nary red.”
We've tried to eat your beef, boys,
It was too tough and dry--
It matched your biscuits made of corn,
Your coffee made of rye.
What think you of Jeff Davis now--
Now wasn't he a fool
To stuff his ears with Cotton, boys,
And trust to Johnny Bull?
You thought the French would help you,
But that, too, was “no go;”
“Nap” has other fish to fry,
Way down in Mexico.
Oh! when we meet again, my boys,
There'll be a pretty muss;
Don't cry, you've not seen the last
Of our green fag and us.
The Yankee newspapers captured are not of very late date, and it would be useless, therefore, to make extracts from them. They are redolent with magnificent Federal victories, in every one of which there are accounts of “splendid bayonet-charges” upon the rebels. The Boston Herald of June second announces the capture of Vicksburgh and Little Rock, and the flight of the Governor of Arkansas into Mississippi. A graphic picture in Frank Leslie's represents Beauregard watering his horse in hell. It was engraved after one of the numerous Federal reports of the death of our hero.--Charleston Courier, July 15.