So freshly pricked my sharp disgrace,
I feared to meet the human face,
Skulking, as any woman might,
Who'd lost her virtue in the night,
And sees the dreadful glare of day
Prepare to light her homeward way,
Alone, heart-broken, shamed, undone,
I staggered into Washington!

Since then long sluggish days have passed,
And on the wings of every blast
Have come the distant nations' sneers
To tingle in our blushing ears.
In woe and ashes, as was meet,
We wore the penitential sheet.
But now I breathe a purer air,
And from the depths of my despair
Awaken to a cheering morn,

Just breaking through the night forlorn,

A morn of hopeful victory.

Awake, my countrymen, with me!
Redeem the honor which you lost,
With any blood, at any cost!

I ask not how the war began,

Nor how the quarrel branched and ran

To this dread height. The wrong or right
Stands clear before God's faultless sight.
I only feel the shameful blow,
I only see the scornful foe,

And vengeance burns in every vein
To die, or wipe away the stain.
The war-wise hero of the West,
Wearing his glories as a crest
Of trophies gathered in your sight,
Is arming for the coming fight.
Full well his wisdom apprehends
The duty and its mighty ends;
The great occasion of the hour,
That never lay in human power
Since over Yorktown's tented plain
The red cross fell, nor rose again.
My humble pledge of faith I lay,
Dear comrade of my school-boy day,
Before thee, in the nation's view;
And if thy prophet prove untrue,
And from our country's grasp be thrown
The sceptre and the starry crown,
And thou, and all thy marshalled host
Be baffled, and in ruin lost;
Oh! let me not outlive the blow
That seals my country's overthrow !
And, lest this woeful end come true,
Men of the North, I tunr to you.
Display your vaunted flag once more,
Southward your eager columns pour!
Sound trump, and fife, and rallying drum;
From every hill and valley come.
Old men, yield up your treasured gold!
Can liberty be priced and sold?
Fair matrons, maids, and tender brides,
Gird weapons to your lovers' sides;

And, though your hearts break at the deed,
Give them your blessing and God speed;
Then point them to the field of fame,
With words like those of Sparta's dame;
And, when the ranks are full and strong,
And the whole army moves along,
A vast result of care and skill,
Obedient to the master will;
And your young hero draws the sword,
And gives the last commanding word

There's the devil to pay in the whole d-d concern,
As from Cameron, Seward, and Chase, you will learn;
Yet, though every thing here of a burst-up gives
warning,

I'm certain you'll put it all right in the morning:
So to do as I tell you, be on the alert,
For the panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt.

I have started no war of invasion, you know;
Let who will pretend to deny it-that's so;
But I saw from the White House an impudent rag,
Which they told me was known as Jeff. Davis' flag,
A-waving above Alexandria high,

Insulting my Government, flouting the sky;
Above my Alexandria, (isn't it, Bates?
Retrocession's a humbug; what rights have the
States?)

So I ordered young Ellsworth to take the rag down,
Mrs. Lincoln, she craved it, to make a new gown;
But young Ellsworth, he kinder got shot in the race,
And came back in a galvanized burial case;
But then Jackson, the scoundrel, he got his desert;
The panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt.

It is true I sent steamers which tried for a week
To silence the rebels down there at the creek;
But they had at Game Point about fifty or more
Rifled cannon set up in a line on the shore,
And six thousand Confederates practised to fire 'em,
(Confound these Virginians, we never can tire 'em!)
Who made game of our shooting and crippled our
fleet,

So we prudently ordered a hasty retreat;
With decks full of passengers, deadheads, indeed,
For whom of fresh coffins there straightway was need,
And still later, at Gresham's, they killed Captain

Ward

In command of the Freeborn, 'twas devilish hard! But in spite of all this, the rebellion's a spurt; The panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt.

Herewith I beg leave to submit the report
Of Butler, the General, concerning the sport
They had at Great Bethel, near Fortress Monroe,
With Hill and Magruder some four weeks ago;
And here let me say a more reckless intruder
I never have known than this Colonel Magruder:
He has taken the Comfort away from Old Point,
And thrown our peninsular plans out of joint;
While in matters of warfare to him Gen'l Butler
Would scarce be thought worthy to act as a sutler,
And the insolent rebels will call to our faces
The flight at Great Bethel the "New Market Races:"
Then supersede Butler at once with whoever
Can drive this Magruder clean into the river;
And I shall be confident still to assert
That the panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt !

'Tis my province, perhaps, herein briefly to state The state of my provinces, surly of late, Missouri and Maryland-one has the paw

TO THE FEDERAL CONGRESS, 4TH JULY, 1861.

Once more, Representatives, Senators, all,
You come to my Capitol, swift at my call.
'Tis well; for you've something important to do
In this most disagreeable national stew;
For since I came hither to run the machine,
Disguised in Scotch cap and in full Lincoln green,

Called martial, proclaimed through her borders and cities;

Both are crushed, a Big Thing, I make bold to say, it is.

St. Louis is silent and Baltimore dumb,

They hear but the monotone roll of my drum.
In the latter vile sea-port I ordered Cadwallader
To manacle Freedom, and though the crowd followed

her,

Locked up in McHenry, she's safe, it is plain,
With Merryman, Habeas Corpus, and Kane.
And as for that crabbed old dotart, Judge Taney,
For much I would put him on board of the Pawnee,
And make his decisions a little more curt;
For the panic's fictitious, and nobody's hurt!

And now I'll just say what I'd have you to do
In order to put your new President through:
First, four hundred millions is wanted by Chase,
He cannot run longer the Government's face;
And Cameron wants, for the use of old Scott,
Some three hundred thousand more men than he's
got.

Then sixty new iron-plate ships to stand shells
Are loudly demanded (must have 'em) by Welles;
For England, the bully, won't stand our blockade,
And insists that we shall not embarrass her trade.
But who fears the British? I'll speedily tune 'em
As sure as my name is E Pluribus Unum,
For I am myself the whole United States,
Constitution, and Laws, (if you doubt it, ask Bates.)
The Star-Spangled Banner's my holiday shirt-
Hurrah for Abe Lincoln, there's nobody hurt!

-Baltimore "South."

THE BATTLE OF BOONEVILE.-The following statement of what occurred at Booneville may be relied on as strictly true. It was written by a citizen of Booneville who never states as truth what he doesn't know to be truth:

An account of the fruitless interview between Gov. Jackson and Gen. Price, commander-in-chief of the Missouri militia, on the one side, and Gen. Lyon and Col. Blair on the other, you have no doubt seen, as well as the proclamation of Gov. Jackson, calling for 50,000 State troops, which followed. Immediately after issuing the proclamation which named no point of rendezvous for the troops, steps were taken to move the military head-quarters from the capital. Rumor named divers points as the future location of this department. The arrival, however, of a portion of the commander-in-chief's staff, followed by that of the commander-in-chief himself and workmen to put in operation the suspended foundry at this place, and to establish manufactories of munitions of war and military equipments, settled the question. Booneville, however, you will see, was destined to enjoy these honors for but a brief period.

On Friday morning, the 14th inst., messengers were sent in all directions urging those who had volunteered as "State Guards," as well as all armed citizens, to assemble forthwith, at this point. On the same day troops began to arrive, and an encampment was formed four and a half miles east of Booneville, on the bluffs on the south side of the Missouri River. The arrival of troops continued through Saturday and Sunday. On Monday morning, the 17th, at which time the battle occurred, there were in the camp probably 3,500 men. About 500 of these, only, could be said to be armed,-the remainder being furnished with the common squirrel rifle and shot gun. The officers' head-quarters were at Booneville, where most of the field-officers remained until their forces began a retreat. On Sunday morning the news came to head-quarters that Gen. Lyon, who commands the Federal forces in Missouri, was in sight. A hasty consultation between the Governor and his officers resulted in a determination to disband the State troops, and an order to disband was

accordingly issued; but some of the more spunky of the secessionists would not hear to going hoine without having a fight, and, it having been ascertained that the report of the near approach of Gen. Lyon was false, the order to disband was rescinded-not, however, before many had taken advantage of the first order, and had left. Gen. Price being indisposed, (to fight, perhaps,) left for his residence up the Missouri River. During this entire day, and up to the very hour of the battle, men continued to arrive in companies, squads, and singly. Early Monday morning, it was ascertained that Gen. Lyon, who came up the river in boats, was landing his forces, amounting to two thousand men, about two miles below the encampment. The State troops were called from their breakfast, of which many had not even tasted, to form and prepare for battle. With the intention, it is supposed, of surprising Gen. Lyon in the confusion of disembarking, the State troops, many of whom were mounted, left their camp, and, in double-quick time, under the command of Col. Marmaduke, advanced to attack Gen. Lyon. But the Federal troops had already effected a landing and were marching upon the State camp, when the two armies met at a point less than half-way between the point of disembarkation and the encampment of the State troops. Some skirmishing took place previous to the actual engagement. This lasted about 20 minutes, a comparatively small number on either side having been actually engaged. The State troops retreated in the greatest confusion, abandoning their camp equipage, provisions, two iron six-pounders, quite a number of horses, guns, &c., all which, of course, fell into the hands of Gen. Lyon. The Federal troops took, in addition, about 40 prisoners, losing 2 killed, 11 wounded, and 1 missing. The State troops lost 3 killed and 7 wounded.

Gov. Jackson, with some officers and the only well drilled, and well-armed company under his command as a body guard, remained, during the battle, about three miles from the scene of action. Upon the first report of a retreat, he and those with him hastened to town, and, after a hasty, horseback consultation, left for parts unknown. It is supposed that he has fled to Arkansas. It is due to the State troops to state that they were wholly unprepared to contend with the men they had to face. They were hastily brought together; undrilled, for the most part unarmed, and wholly unofficered, they were compelled to fight each independent of the others. The Federal officers give them credit for bravery.

General Lyon, with his command, entered the town about 12 o'clock without any opposition whatever, establishing his head-quarters at the Fair Ground, and quartering Col. F. P. Blair's regiment in the Thespian Hall.

General Lyon came into our midst with considerable prejudice existing in the minds of many against him. He had been represented as being blood-thirsty and unscrupulous. His men had been represented as being a band of lawless hirelings-respecting neither the property nor rights of others; but this prejudice is broken down. The General's humanity to our wounded, who were left on the battle-field by their friends, his kindness to the prisoners, who were finally released on parole, the promptness with which he punished his men for little depredations committed on the property of men they regarded as enemies, the protection he extends to all, his accessibility and gentlemanly deportment to even rank secessionists, have made him many friends amongst those who

were a few days ago his enemies, and morally disarmed many prominent secessionists of their hatred to the Government, and making them, if not Union men, at least willingly passive secessionists.-Louisville Journal, July 4.

THE BATTLES OF BOONEVILLE AND KANSAS CITY.Mr. T. S. Davis, who reached Richmond, Va., on Monday afternoon, direct from St. Louis, furnishes the subjoined statement. It confirms us in the belief that the Black Republican controllers of the Western telegraph have wilfully misrepresented the facts:

RICHMOND, VA., June 24, 1861.

I left St. Louis on Wednesday evening last, the 19th inst. We had received authentic news from the battle fought at Booneville on the morning of the 17th inst. Gen. Lyon, in command of 5,000 Federal troops, left St. Louis on the 15th instant for Jefferson City; arrived on the 16th; took possession quietly without any resistance, where he left 2,000 of his troops, under command of Col. Boernstein, and he (Gen. Lyon) continued on to Booneville, 40 or 50 miles above Jefferson City. When arriving near Booneville, Gen. Price, in command of the 1,500 State troops at that place, made a partial retreat, taking 1,000 of them, with which he thus succeeded in decoying Lyon and all of his men on land, save a few hundred on board the Iatan. Gen. Price had masked batteries in a small skirt of woods, from which he opened a brisk cannonade immediately after Lyon drew his men up in line of battle, which resulted in the repulse of the Federal troops with a loss of 300 killed and 700 taken prisoners. Gen. Lyon himself was captured, and six pieces of cannon and 800 stand of arms. The steamer Iatan, with the few hundred who were left on board, was shot to pieces, and sunk into the river, the remainder, about 1,800 or 2,000, retreated to Jefferson City. All their boats were captured. Boernstein, who was in command at Jefferson City, immediately after their defeat telegraphed to F. P. Blair, Jr., who had command in St. Louis, to send up all the forces he could possibly spare. Upon receipt of the despatch he sent up 3,000 troops from St. Louis, the evening before I left.

Upon the reception of the news from Booneville, the secessionists in St. Louis turned out about 3,000 to 4,000 in number, greatly elated, and cheered for Jeff. Davis, Beauregard, and Gov. Jackson. They expected to make an attack upon the Dutch that night, who were under the command of Blair, at the Arsenal, and supposed to be about 3,000 in number. The battle of Kansas City took place on Monday morning, the 17th. Thirteen hundred Federal troops made an attack upon about that number of the State troops, under command of Captain Kelley. After a desperate fight the Federals were repulsed, leaving 200 dead on the field of battle, 150 taken prisoners, four pieces of cannon, &c. Loss of State troops, 45 killed and wounded.

I passed through Cairo on the night of the 19th; met with no difficulty, further than the inspection of my baggage.

T. S. DAVIS. -Charleston Mercury.

C. S. A.-The above significant letters, says The Milwaukee Sentinel, having been discovered recently upon the closed doors of an individual known to have been largely interested in Southern business, his anxious creditors came to the conclusion that he

THE ANCESTRY OF GEN. BEAUREGARD.-When Col. Fremont became a kind of great man and was a candidate to the Presidency of the United States, the Canadians were loud in claiming the adventurous "Pathfinder of the Rocky Mountains" as a countryman of theirs. He was born in their country, said they, on the lovely banks of the Ottawa River, and Dr. Fremont, of Quebec University, is his uncle.

A few years later, when Garibaldi conquered the two Sicilies with a handful of Italian patriots, the Canadians were up once more, stating, with the most comical earnestness, that the Nicean hero was not a white man, but an Indian of mixed breed, born in one of the old parishes near the St. Lawrence, above Montreal, and who had been adopted in a tender age by a missionary, with whom he travelled in many countries, and finally settled in Nice. As a corroborating proof of this piece of startling intelligence, it was said the glorious old chief with the red shirt was keeping a regular correspondence with a brother of his, a savage, settled near the thriving little city of St. Hyacinthe.

Now that the name of Gen. Beauregard begins to be famous, he could not escape being dubbed a Canadian by our friends on the other side of the lakes.

"His grandfather," says one of the Montreal French papers, was a Canadian. His name was Pierre Toutan, and he emigrated from Batiscan, in the district of Three Rivers, to New Orleans. There he made a great fortune in a very short time, and his influence over the French population of Louisiana became very great. As a reward for his political ser vices he obtained his son's admission to the military academy of West Point, where the young cadet was entered under the name of Pierre G. Toutan. In the mean time, he bought, in the vicinity of New Orleans, an estate to which he gave the name of Beauregard, (fine sight.) When the son got his commission of

officer in the army, he half dropped his modest name of Toutan, to adopt the more aristocratic one of Beauregard, and henceforth signed Pierre Toutan de Beauregard."

Thus, we may see one day, two generals of alleged French Canadian extraction-Jean Charles Fremont and Pierre Toutan de Beauregard-at the head of powerful armies, one from the Northern States and the other from this Confederacy, contending with each other on the banks of the Potomac, or the Ohio, or

the Mississippi, for the independence or the subjugation of this country.-N. O. Picayune, August 14.

THE following is a copy, verbatim et literatim, of the endorsement upon a copy of the postal laws, returned to the Postmaster General, at Washington, from Flat Rock, Georgia :

ABE LINCOLN ASSASSINATED!-ARREST OF THE AS

SASSIN-GREAT EXCITEMENT!

WASHINGTON, August 7, 10 A. M.-Abe Lincoln was shot through the heart last night, just as he was entering his carriage, after leaving his cabinet in consultation. The assassin, a Southerner, is now in the hands of the authorities. There is great excitement, and "On to Richmond!" is the cry.

LATER.-11 A. M.-Abe is still alive, but there is no chance for him to survive. The excitement here is great. STILL LATER.-12 M.-Abe was wounded in the abdomen and not in the heart. His physician thinks he will recover. The excitement is abating.

LATER STILL.-1 P. M.-It is now currently reported that Abe was only slightly wounded in the leg. No excitement.

THE LATEST.-2 P. M.-An investigation now proves that the bullet intended for Abe's heart missed its mark, and only killed one of his footmen. The people are returning to their business.

LATER STILL.-3. P. M.-Abe's footman was not

killed, as reported, but badly wounded. He will

recover.

THE VERY LATEST.-4 P. M.-It has been officially announced from the capital, that Old Abe's footman was very slightly wounded in the hand by the accidental discharge of a gun which he was cleaning.

The President was not in consultation with his cabinet last night as first stated. "Nobody hurt."Memphis Appeal, August 15.

A NEW WAY TO ATTACK FORT PICKENS.-The Mobile Evening News puts forth the following proposi

tion:

"Let Gen. Bragg detail a few thousand of his ten thousand to the work of catching snakes, and as soon as they have collected several cartloads of these interesting reptiles, let tin or sheet-iron shell or canisters be charged with them—the enclosure being cylindrical and of size to fit the largest mortar, and so made that it will break to pieces, and liberate its contents upon falling within the fort. We would warn those who charge the shells to put only the same species into each, as if the different snakes were mixed they would sting each other to death before having a chance to operate on Billy Wilson's Zouaves. The corners and interstices in each shell

might be filled up with a few quarts of tarantulas, scorpions, centipedes, and lizards, however, to make close work, as the snakes would pack loosely."

LACONIC CORRESPONDENCE.-Soon after the passage of the Virginia Ordinance of Secession, Governor Letcher sent the following despatch to the Mayor of Wheeling : RICHMOND, April 20, 1861. "TO ANDREW SWEENEY, Mayor of Wheeling : "Take possession of the custom-house, post-office,

all public buildings, and public documents, in the name

of Virginia. Virginia has seceded.

style:

"JOHN LETCHER, Governor."

Mayor Sweeney replied in the following laconic WHEELING, April 21, 1861"TO JOHN LETCHER, Governor of Virginia: "I have taken possession of the custom-house, post-office, and all public buildings and public documents, in the name of Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, whose property they are.

"ANDREW SWEENEY, Mayor of Wheeling."

The correspondence here closed. Mayor Sweeney continued to hold possession of the Federal property until the organization of the new State Government at Wheeling. Governor Letcher made no further attempt to seduce him from his allegiance.-N. Y. Evening Post, July 3.

A TRUE HERO.-At the Vienna surprise, Daniel Sullivan, of the Ohio Volunteers, had his arm shattered by a ball. This was the brave boy who, when ordered to fall in, replied, “I wish I could," at the and carried back with the retreating force. He died same time showing his arm. Sullivan was taken up before leaving Alexandria, but his heroism was shown to the last. A handkerchief was bound upon his arm, near the shoulder, to check, in a measure, the flow of blood. This rude bandage Sullivan himself adjusted several times, tightening it to check the blood, and again loosening it when the pain became too great. While he was lying in this condition, some of his comrades approached, and one asked, hero, lifting with the other hand his shattered arm, "Dan, how do you feel?" "Boys," said the young Union still!" Poor Dan died very soon after, but and then laying it gently down, "Boys, I'm for the his last words will be a mighty power in the hearts

of his comrades.

THE FLAG DIVIDED.

Says Abe to Jeff., "A truce to wars,
Let's split the flag here o'er our pipes;
The North will take the glorious Stars,

The South may have the grievous Stripes."

THEY HANG AND BURN FOLKS.-A letter from a young lady at Evansville, Ind., dated May 5, contains a description of outrages committed by the Southern traitors. She says: For the last few days our city has been literally filled with deserters from the Southern army, and they are the happiest men alive. They are all for the Union, but had been forced into the Southern army. There were five of them, who came from Memphis Friday week; they were in father's store, and told him how they were treated; went South with several boatloads of tobacco for the purpose of selling it; there were 30 men in all, I believe; they were taken from their boats, and had to