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Stars Flouted by the three broad bars, And cold-blooded feel! There the rebel banner floats! Tyrants, vanquished by your votes, Spring, like bloodhounds, at your throats; Let them bite your steel! With no traitor at their head; By no braggart coward led, By no hero caught abed, While he dreams of flight; By no “Young Napoleons,” Kept at bay by wooden guns, Shall our brothers and our sons, Be held back from fight! Like a whirlwind in its course, Shall again a rebel force, Jackson's foot or Stuart's horse, Pass our sleepy posts; Roam, like Satan, “to and fro,” And our Laggard let them go? No! in thunder answer, “No! By the Lord of Hosts!” With the Lord of Hosts we fight, For his Freedom, Law, and Right-- Strike for these, and his all-might Shall with victory crown Loyal brows, alive or dead, Crush each crawling Copperhead, And, in bloody battle, tread This rebellion down! Talk of “Peace” in hours like this! 'Tis Iscariot's traitor kiss! 'Tis the Old Serpent's latest hiss!

d of giving us time to prepare, As we do with them ere we meet them.” Then into the town incessant poured The hateful stream of the rebel horde; “They had now just come,” they deigned to say, “A hasty visit the place to pay ;” And kindly promised for hurry this once, To come again and stay for months. We told them no doubt 'twas well designed, But still we were sure they were quite too kind; And assured them one thing was very clear, We were not at all fond of “butternuts” here. And General Stuart, the rebel chief, Whom the farmers call “the great horse-thief,” Who captured “the city without delay,” (Or “quiet village,” as Harpers say,) Inquired next morning with pride: “If his men Were bad as was represented.” “But the devil ne'er,” he was answered then, “Was black as he was painted.” But up and away with the early morn Were these defiant rebels borne, As fast as our horses could carry them. As the flame and smoke to heaven arose, We declared ou

An anecdote. The rebel General Stuart and General Milroy had a conversation, in which General Milroy censured the system of guerrilla warfare practised by the rebels at that time, in the most severe terms. General Stuart remarked that this specGeneral Stuart remarked that this species of warfare was practised by our troops in Mexico. General Milroy asked him where he obtained his information. General Stuart--I road of it. General Milroy--You are mistaken, sir! 'Twas not done, sir! I was in Mexico myself. In the couGeneral Stuart--I road of it. General Milroy--You are mistaken, sir! 'Twas not done, sir! I was in Mexico myself. In the course of conversation, General Stuart feigned impatience at the time consumed in burying the dead, and said he was in a hurry, as he intended to sup in Culpeper that evening. The conference ended by General Milroy remarking: You may sup there, sir; buGeneral Stuart feigned impatience at the time consumed in burying the dead, and said he was in a hurry, as he intended to sup in Culpeper that evening. The conference ended by General Milroy remarking: You may sup there, sir; but I will sit at the head of the table.

General Stuart's dinner eaten by General Buford. A correspondent of the Philadelphia Press, writing from Brandy Station, Va., on the sixth of August, says: Some people have contended that Stuart no longer had command of the Rebel cavalry, butStuart no longer had command of the Rebel cavalry, but that Fitz-Hugh Lee was the chief of that branch of the army. Whether this be so or not, as I before stated, Stuart fought Buford last Saturday, for Buford ate his dinner in a cosy little house, nestled among pines, cedars, and jessamine about one aStuart fought Buford last Saturday, for Buford ate his dinner in a cosy little house, nestled among pines, cedars, and jessamine about one and a half miles from Culpeper, where General Stuart and staff were going to dine. Every luxury and delicacy that could be procured in this poor ransacked country was smiling on the white, spotless linen which covered the table. The chairs were placGeneral Stuart and staff were going to dine. Every luxury and delicacy that could be procured in this poor ransacked country was smiling on the white, spotless linen which covered the table. The chairs were placed, the wine ready to be uncorked, the piano in the dear little parlor open as it was left but a few minutes before. The fair occupant of the stool (I hope I am not slandering her features when I call them fair) had no doubt hurried on a sun-bonnet

ing of the rebels and the Twenty-fourth at Fitz-Hugh's Landing.) General Hooker, at Chancellorsville, exhibited splendid generalship. I was told by a prisoner, a rebel colonel — a fact never before printed, I believe — that General Hooker succeeded in transporting thirty thousand men across the Rappahaunock and Rapidan, and right into the centre of the rebel position, without their obtaining the least knowledge of it. In fact, General Hooker succeeded in dividing the rebel army, cutting off Stuart from Lee, and obliging the former to cut his way through in order to reach headquarters. However, we lost the battle, and fell back into our old camp. At Gettsburgh, with my assistant surgeon, Dr. Collar, indefatigable in season and out of season, I visited the hospitals and the battle-field — the latter at twelve o'clock in the night on the third, determining the names of those that had fallen. In a barn, among two hundred others, I found a little Irish boy from this city, Patrick Clea<