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er Missouri's fated soil, Making one vast grave her sod While her rivers seethe and boil? Listen! No! It is the boom Of the cannon's fearful notes, While the wreaths of battle bloom All around their bellowing throats! Listen! No! It cannot be! Price is still in full retreat, And our troops in Tennessee Rebel arms shall ne'er defeat! Listen! Still the ceaseless roar Peals along the quivering air, From the city on the shore News of victory it must bear! Listen! Hear the loud hurrahs In the quiet village streets While the distant thunder jars-- Echo still with echo meets. Listen! Loudly peal the bells! Listen! Guns are thundering here! Every thing of victory tells, Hearts of millions yearn to hear. Price is taken, now, at last! Donelson has fallen low! God be praised! the die is cast! Vengeance falleth on the foe! God be praised! His arm of wrath Strikes for us this mighty blow-- Leads us on the battle-path-- Stanches, guides its crimson flow. God be praised! for soon our l
Bishop Rosecrans.--As Bishop Rosecrans (brother of the General) was at dinner recently, the conversation reverted to the war. It would seem to me, Bishop, that you and your brother, the General, are engaged in very different callings, remarked a gentleman. Yes, it appears so, returned the Bishop. And yet, he continued, we are both fighting men. While the General is wielding the sword of the flesh, I trust that I am using the sword of the Spirit. He is fighting the rebels, and I am fighting the spirits of darkness. There is this difference in the terms of our service: he is fighting with Price, while I am fighting without price. --New-York Evening Post, October 8.
the right, then to the left, and always return to his post, regardless of the storm of leaden hail that was around him. Something seemed to tell us that that battle was to result in our favor, and when the order was given to charge, every man went at them with fixed bayonets, and the enemy scattered in all directions, leaving us in possession of the battle-field. --letter from Chester D. Howe, Co. E, Twelfth Illinois volunteers. Did you hear of the fight at Corinth, How we whipped out Price and Van Dorn? Ah! that day we earned our rations-- (Our cause was God's and the Nation's, Or we'd have come out forlorn!) A long and a terrible day! And, at last, when night grew gray, By the hundred, there they lay, (Heavy sleepers, you'd say)-- That wouldn't wake on the morn. Our staff was bare of a flag, We didn't carry a rag In those brave marching days-- Ah! no — but a finer thing! With never a cord or string, An Eagle, of ruffled wing, And an eye of awful gaze! The grape it rattled
Price and his Missourians.--Of the ten thousand gallant fellows whom Gen. Price led from Missouri in April and May last, not more than two thousand five hundred were lately left survivors of the casualties of battles and camps fit for service.--Selma (Ala.) Sentinel, January 2. Price and his Missourians.--Of the ten thousand gallant fellows whom Gen. Price led from Missouri in April and May last, not more than two thousand five hundred were lately left survivors of the casualties of battles and camps fit for service.--Selma (Ala.) Sentinel, January 2.