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The Mobile Register gives the following novel treatment for curing chills: It is stated that a soldier of a Mississippi regiment, at Pensacola, went to his tent and blankets the other day to fight through an ague. A bottle of hot water to his feet not being convenient, some of his comrades went out and picked up one of the numerous shells Col. Brown had sent over during the bombardment, heated it at the fire, and put it to bed with the sick man's feet. Unhappily, the shell had lost its cap, but had not exploded. The heat of the camp-fire accomplished what Lincoln pyrotechny had failed in, to wit, an explosion. The tent was blown to pieces, and some of the men a little hurt and greatly astonished. We are happy to learn that no one was killed by the mishap.
ended money, furnished by the rebels, was found upon her person. She has been a correspondent of the Richmond Enquirer and the Baltimore Exchange. Miss Poole is yet in confinement in the Sixteenth-Street Jail. Among the number yet confined here is Mrs. Baxley, formerly a resident of Baltimore. She was arrested on the 23d of December. She had just come from Richmond, and had been in conversation with Jeff. Davis, from whom she had obtained a commission in the rebel army for her lover, Dr. Brown. She is, as she represents herself, a very explosive woman, and it was from this fact that her arrest took place on board the boat, while approaching Baltimore from Richmond. This woman has refused to sleep under a blanket marked U. S. ever since her confinement here. The above is a hurried sketch of the prisoners liberated and now confined in the Sixteenth-Street Jail. Their quarters are of the most comfortable character, and under the care of Lieutenant Sheldon, they are furnished
57. call all! call all! by Georgia. Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, 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 asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call al
106. words that can be Sung to the Hallelujah Chorus. If people will sing about Old John Brown, there is no reason why they shouldn't have words with a little meaning and rhythm in them. Old John Brown lies a-mouldering in the grave, Old John Brown lies slumbering in his grave-- But John Brown's soul is marching with the braOld John Brown lies a-mouldering in the grave, Old John Brown lies slumbering in his grave-- But John Brown's soul is marching with the brave, His soul is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His soul is marching on. He has gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord, He is sworn as a private in the ranks of the Lord-- He shall stand at Armageddon with his brave old sword, When heaven is marching on. Glory, etc. Old John Brown lies slumbering in his grave-- But John Brown's soul is marching with the brave, His soul is marching on. Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His soul is marching on. He has gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord, He is sworn as a private in the ranks of the Lord-- He shall stand at Armageddon with his brave old sword, When heaven is marching on. Glory, etc. For heaven is marching on. He shall file in front where the lines of battle form, He shall face to front when the squares of battle form-- Time with the column, and charge in the storm, Where men are marching on. Glory, etc. True men are marching on. Ah! foul tyrants! do ye hear him where he comes? Ah! black traitors! do ye kn