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41. a Southern Scene. “O mammy! have you heard the news?” Thus spake a Southern child, As in the nurse's aged face She upward glanced and smiled. ”What news you mean, my little one? It must be mighty fine, To make my darling's face so red, Her sunny blue eyes shine.“ ”Why, Abram Lincoln, don't you know, The Yankee President, Whose ugly picture once we saw, When up to town we went. ”Well, he is going to free you all, And make you rich and grand, And you'll be dressed in silk and gold, Like the proudest in the land. ”A gilded coach shall carry you Where'er you wish to ride; And, mammy, all your work shall be Forever laid aside.“ The eager speaker paused for breath, And then the old nurse said, While closer to her swarthy cheek She pressed the golden head: ”My little missus, stop and res'-- You‘ talking mighty fas'; Jes' look up dere, and tell me what You see in yonder glass? ”You sees old mammy's wrinkly face, As black as any coal; And underneath her handkerchief Who
How it was found out.--A Richmond correspondent of the New-Orleans Crescent relates the following singular story: As for Columbus, I repeat my confidence in the genius of Beauregard. If the place can be held by human pluck and skill, he will hold it. To show his military intuition, I will tell you a fact which came to me lately from the chief of his staff. Do you remember a story in the Yankee papers about an interview between McClellan, Lincoln, and a third person, whose name was not given? McClellan told Abraham of the trap he had laid to catch our forces at Mason's and Munson's Hills, and said that it must inevitably have succeeded but for the treachery of some person who threw up rockets to give the rebels warning in time to get out of the way. Only two persons, added McClellan, knew of this plan; one is myself, the other is now in this room. This other person is believed to have been Adjutant-General Thomas, who, about that time, lost his high position in the United St
ake up to their situation, and to establish at once a Vigilance Committee for their protection against the spies, incendiaries and assassins who are lying in wait, perhaps only for the next disastrous turn in our affairs. Every man and woman too, (for there are Union brawlers and adventurers in petticoats as well as in breeches,) who utters treasonable sentiments should be held to instant responsibility, and the villain who should be found making an inflammatory appeal like those referred to above, should be shot dead in his tracks. Such retribution would be mercy in the end. A Vigilance Committee at present is demanded by the most conservative and precious interests of society; it is demanded for safety; terror must be struck in the minds of Lincoln's agents and emissaries in Richmond, and treason must be reduced by prompt measures before the debt of vengeance becomes too large and too terrible, and the blood of hundreds is demanded at our hands. Richmond Examiner, February 28.
The Nashville Banner says that Captain Robert J. Breckinridge, son of the great Presbyterian divine--Rev. Dr. Robert J. Breckinridge--is a candidate in the Eleventh district of Kentucky, for the Congress of the Confederate States. The father and the son, in this instance, are diametrically opposed to each other — the old man being for Lincoln, while the son is for Jeff. Davis.
55. the song of the Exile. air--Dixie. Oh! here I am in the land of cotton, The flag once honored is now forgotten; Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie's land. But here I stand for Dixie dear, To fight for freedom, without fear; Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie's land. Chorus. For Dixie's land I'll take my stand, To live or die for Dixie's land. Fight away, fight away, fight away for Dixie's land. Oh! have you heard the latest news, Of Lincoln and his kangaroos; Fight away, etc. His minions they would now oppress us, With war and bloodshed they'd distress us! Fight away, etc. Abe Lincoln tore through Baltimore, In a baggage-car with fastened door; Fight away, etc. And left his wife alas! alack! To perish on the railroad track! Fight away, etc. Abe Lincoln is the President, He'll wish his days in Springfield spent; Fight away, etc. We'll show him that Old Scott's a fool, We'll never submit to Yankee rule! Fight away, etc. At first our States were only seven,
48. our President. 1864. Abram Lincoln knows the ropes! All our hopes Centre now about the brave and true; Let us help him as we can, He's the man, Honest for the country through and through. Others good, perhaps, as he There may be; Have we tried them in the war-time's flame? Do we know if they will stand, Heart in hand, Seeking for the Right in Heaven's name? Let the Nation ask him, then, Once again To hold the rudder in this stormy sea; Tell him that each sleepless night, Dark to light, Ushers in a morning for the Free. Let us not forget our rude Gratitude! But lend our servant the poor crown we may! Give him four more years of toil, Task and moil, Knowing God shall crown him in His day!
d in the water as if dead, and the fiends, supposing him dead, departed. The same crowd went to the house of Madison Ritchie, the conscripting officer, and took him out of his bed and drove him in front of them some two or three miles to Paint Rach River, and made him wade in about midway, and shot him, putting seven balls through his body. These were all unoffending citizens. Benjamin Raden was an old man, sixty-three years old. They hung an overseer — who had formerly taken the oath to Lincoln — his sole offence consisting in assisting his employer to get his stock across the river. They put a notice on the tree, that it would be death for any one to take his body down. They went to P. Rallins, formerly a captain in Colonel Hale's regiment, who had resigned in consequence of ill-health, and robbed him of several thousand dollars, giving him ten minutes to cross the Tennessee River, and threatening to hang him, and leave him hanging till the buzzards should pick his eyes out, if
ze us as an independent people and help us fight; that the Yankees could not fight; that one of us could whip ten Yankees; that Chattanooga could never be taken; that Vicksburgh could never be taken; that the Peace party of the North would force Lincoln to make peace with the South; that we soldiers should be discharged as soon as our time expired; and that we would not be heavily taxed. These are but a few of the many hypocritical lies proclaimed by those conspirators who have precipitated ur rights, liberties, and families, and if we must lose our sacred rights, and permit our families to starve in order to sustain our wicked leaders in their deceptive course, we prefer to return to our allegiance to the old Government, accept of Lincoln's pardon, and let the leaders and their Confederacy go to hell together! This may be hard language for men who have fought in many a hard battle to use; but silent endurance ceases to be a Virtue, and confident are we that the Government of the
President Lincoln sent a letter of thanks to the widow of the late Rev. Joseph Stockton, of Pittsburgh, Pa., a lady eighty years of age, for knitting a great number of stockings for the soldiers. To this favor of the President Mrs. Stockton has sent the following reply: To His Excellency, Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States: Your kind letter was duly received. My labors in behalf of our gallant soldiers, I fear, are somewhat exaggerated. I have endeavored to do what I could for those who battle to crush this wicked rebellion. Every grandson I have capable of bearing arms is now in the army--one acting as brigadier-general in Western Virginia; one as colonel, commanding under General McPherson; one as captain, One Hundred and Fortieth Pennsylvania volunteers; one as lieutenant, in the Fourteenth Pennsylvania cavalry; and another, who was disabled as a gunner in the Chicago Light Artillery, I have at home with me, and he is yet anxious to again join his comm
ty-five, comes out in a card this morning in the Transcript, disclaiming disloyalty to Virginia. Hear him: "Messrs. Editors: I see in your paper my name as one of the men that voted against secession. In voting against secession, I did not consider it voting against the State of Virginia--that I should be called disloyal to the State. In no single instance have I ever transgressed the laws of my nativity, and no man will do more to aid Virginia than myself. I am no supporter of Lincoln, having in the Presidential election voted for John Bell. Besides, I am a native-born Virginian, and have never been North to be imbued with Northern principles; neither have I ever read the Black Republican platform. I know nothing of their politics. "By giving this a place in your columns, you will oblige, Yours respectfully, "Wm. Wakefield. "Portsmouth, May 28, 1861." There is nothing more of public interest occurring here. Old Dominion P. S.--I hear that a
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