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hstand. I mind me when the honored dead in solemn pomp came home; How our starry banner drooped half-mast on the high State House dome; How minute-guns spoke sharply out, and sad the bells were tolling, And mournfully upon the breeze the funeral dirge was rolling. O there was that within the looks, within the eyes of men, A stern determination, I never saw but then; With hard-pressed lips and swimming eyes they watched the funeral train, With bowed, uncovered heads, they stood amid the falling rain. In vision yet I seem to see the biers with flags entwined; The memory of that solemn dirge will never flee my mind; And Massachusetts lifts her head more proudly at this day, That twice in Freedom's battles her sons have led the way. O children, guard your heritage; be to your country true; Be proud of Massachusetts, and let her be proud of you! Be ready in her cause to fight, and for her sake to fall! But cherish in your heart of hearts the Union above all. --Boston Transcript, May 22.
A bold soldier boy, belonging to the Thirteenth New York Regiment, writes from Washington to his sister:--I have grown two feet in two days, prefer gunpowder to butter on my bread, and have made arrangements to sleep forever hereafter in a cannon. --Boston Transcript, May 22.
nd in the interior of the vault, and the party received from Mr. Williamson, who was one of the scouts, and a member of the Loudon Cavalry, a certificate that they had visited the tomb, and telling pickets to pass them, as they were from the South, and were going to Washington to contradict the infamous libel on the State of Virginia They also visited the grounds. They met a carpenter who was engaged in repairing the house, and he stated that there had been no soldiers there. The party then left, and took the outskirts of Alexandria on their way home. They were at last met by the picket near the Long Bridge, and showed the scout's pass, after being ten hours and a half in the saddle, and having ridden over forty-six miles. What will the Virginians think, when they learn that Mr. Frost, a member of the Sixth Company New York Seventh Regiment, Captain Van Nest, New York Seventy-first Regiment, and Dr. A. Rawlings, of Sickles's Brigade, were the party?--N. Y. Evening Post, May 22.
the Picayune's pedigree of Gen. Butler. --Under this heading, the Boston Courier publishes, as from the columns of this journal, the following paragraph:-- All the Massachusetts troops now in Washington are negroes, with the exception of two or three drummer-boys. Gen. Butler, in command, is a native of Liberia. Our readers may recollect old Ben, the barber, who kept a shop in Poydras street, and emigrated to Liberia with a small competence. Gen. Butler is his son. And the Newburyport (Mass.) Herald does the same. We can scarcely imagine that the editors of either of those journals really believe that this paragraph was ever before printed in the Picayune. At all events, it never was.--N. O. Picayune, May 22.
May 22.--I Nashville, Tenn., while secession banners wave from every other building, both public and private, one heroic lady (Mrs. McEwin) has placed the National Flag on her house, and says she will shoot whoever attempts to tear down the glorious old Stars and Stripes. Let her name be engraved on the hearts of all loyal Americans.--Louisvile Journal.