CHARLESTON, S. C. July 15.-On Wednesday last the pickets of the Eutaw Battalion entered Legare's, the enemy having-to use their own expressive term -"skedaddled" the day previous. The first feature meeting the eyes of the advancing confederates was a number of mock sentinels stationed at intervals along the road. The dummies were neatly manufactured out of old clothes, and, with the addition of damaged gunstocks, looked quite the martial Yankee. They were doubtless posted on the road with the hope of frightening off the confederate pickets. Of course the countrymen of Barnum did not succeed with their little hum bug. Our pickets found the deserted encampment covered with fragments of commissary stores; there were thousands of empty bottles, boxes, tin cans, etc. The rogues had undoubtedly been living luxuriously. When last you saw a silver dime, We've tried to eat your beef, boys, It matched your biscuits made of corn, What think you of Jeff Davis now- To stuff his ears with Cotton, boys, And trust to Johnny Bull? You thought the French would help you, But that, too, was "no go;" "Nap" has other fish to fry, Way down in Mexico. Oh! when we meet again, my boys, Don't cry, you've not seen the last Of our green flag and us. The Yankee newspapers captured are not of very late date, and it would be useless, therefore, to make extracts from them. They are redolent with magnificent Federal victories, in every one of which there are accounts of "splendid bayonet-charges" upon the What was more interesting, however, our men rebels. The Boston Herald of June second announces captured a large quantity of Yankee letters, docu- the capture of Vicksburgh and Little Rock, and the ments and newspapers. The walls of the houses at flight of the Governor of Arkansas into Mississippi. A Legare's were variously inscribed, most of the lan-graphic picture in Frank Leslie's represents Beaureguage being too indecent for repetition here. Ap-gard watering his horse in hell. It was engraved peals were frequently made to the victorious con federates thus, "Now, boys, don't give up the Old of our hero. after one of the numerous Federal reports of the death -Charleston Courier, July 15. Flag," or "Boys, we are not fighting about the nigger, but for the Old Flag and the Old Union." Some facetious rogue indulged in the following: We had our whisky on the Fourth of July; say, Secesh, how about your whisky on the Fourth?" Another undaunted individual gave vent to his feeling in this style: "Chivalric Southerners-Dear Sirs: As the hot season is at hand, you do not appear to be resorting to the usual fashionable resorts of the summer, we, the army of liberty, have concluded to withdraw from your marshes, and leave you to enjoy, as best you can, until weather sets in next fall, when we shall return and spend the winter season in your noble city near Sumter." The following lines of doggerel were scribbled on one of the walls. The runaway writer has some fun in him, and we can almost forgive the hasty manner in which he left our shores without visiting CharlesLon: TWENTY-EIGHTH OF JUNE-GOOD-BYE. Oh! farewell, Carolinians, We are going far away; A WAY OF DISGRACING SOLDIERS.-The Nashville Union gives an account of a military procession which passed through the streets of Nashville, exciting the pity of some and the derision of others. Some fifty Federal soldiers, who had been captured and paroled by the guerrillas at various times, under circumstances not at all creditable to the prisoners, were collected by order of General Rosecrans, and adorned with night-caps, with red tassels in the centre, and in this outre uniform paraded through the streets, to the roll of the drum, "And the shrill squeaking of the wry-necked fife," before the gaze of admiring thousands, who cheered them on their "winding way." No doubt a strict enforcement of military discipline would have condemned many of these soldiers to death for their pusillanimous behavior. HOW TRAITORS ARE TREATED IN IOWA.-A very ludicrous scene took place last Saturday. It had been arranged that a lodge of the Golden Syrup order should be organized; a house was engaged and speakers from Marion and Otter Creek Townships provided to be on hand to give the faithful a good sermon on the beauties of the peculiar institution. The Marion speakers, however, failed to come to time, but Mr. James Thomas, of Otter Creek, was thar," and found a But do take care yourselves, my dears, much larger crowd than he expected to meet in such Don't cry-we'll soon be back, Another game to play. Our parting's full of pain; CHORUS-Oh! farewell! oh! farewell! We are coming back again. Your swampy land's too hot for us. We are going off to cool; But never mind, our Monitor a strong Republican precinct, but not doubting they were all of the faithful, he proceeded to make the speech of the occasion. He abused Lincoln, pitched into Congress and the Cabinet, and showed such unmistakable sympathy with treason and rebellion that a cry of "hang him," "bring a rope," etc., was soon raised. A rope was brought; Mr. Thomas was requested to say his last words. By good management, however, he got near the door, and ejaculating a prayer of "legs do your duty," he broke for the prairie, fifty or more excited men in pursuit. Down the ravine, over the knolls, through sloughs, toward the banks of the Cedar, but Thomas beat them all, and as his pursuers neared the river-banks they heard something go "ker chug" into the water with a grunt like a very large bull-frog when scared off a log. Thomas had escaped, and put the river between himself and danger. -Linn County Register, July 25. Good leg, thou wast a faithful friend, Strange paradox! that in the fight But while the sturdy stump remains, For even now I've taken pains To make an L-E-G to match it. GENERAL ROUSSEAU AND A REBEL CLERGYMAN. Rev. Frederick A. Ross had just been examined on a charge of treason, and convicted upon his own showing. Under charge of a guard he was about to leave the General's tent. Putting on a particularly sanctimonious expression of countenance, he took up his hat, turned to the General and said: "Well, General, we must each do as we think best, and I hope we will both meet in heaven." The General replied: "Your getting to heaven, sir, will depend altogether upon your future conduct; before we can reasonably hope to meet in that region, you and I must become better men." The effect of this brief rejoinder was irresistible. A JOAN D'ARC.-A marauding band of rebels in Kentucky, on their way to Mount Sterling, stopped at the house of a Mr. Oldom, and, he being absent at the time, plundered him of all his horses, and among them a valuable one belonging to his daughter Cornelia. She resisted the outrage as long as she could, but finding all her efforts in vain, she sprang upon another horse and started post haste toward the town to give the alarm. Her first animal gave out, when she seized another, and meeting the messenger from Middleton, she sent him as fast as his horse could carry him to convey the necessary warning to Mount Sterling, where he arrived most opportunely. Miss Oldom then retraced her way toward home, taking with her a doublebarrelled shot-gun. She found a pair of saddle-bags on the road, belonging to a rebel officer, which contained a pair of revolvers, and soon she came up with the advancing marauders, and ordered them to halt. Perceiving that one of the thieves rode her horse, she ordered him to surrender her horse; this he refused, and finding that persuasion would not gain her ends, | she levelled the shot-gun at the rider, commanded him, as Damon did the traveller, "down from his horse," and threatened to fire if he did not comply. Her indomitable spirit at last prevailed, and the robbers, seeing something in her eye that spoke a terrible menace, surrendered her favorite steed. When she had regained his back, and patted him on the neck, he gave a neigh of mingled triumph and recognition, and she turned his head homeward and cantered off as leisurely as if she were taking her morning exercise.— New-York World, August 9. documents left by the editors of the Memphis Appeal. A BELLIGERENT SECESSIONIST WOMAN.-Among the when they left the city, was the following epistle from a rebel woman, who had sent it to that paper for publication: A CHALLENGE. where as the wicked policy of the president- Making war upon the South for refusing to submit to wrong too palpable for Southerners to do. And where as it has become necessary for the young Men of our country, My Brother in the number To enlist to do the dirty work of Driving the Mercenarys from our sunny south, whose soil is too holy for such wretches to tramp And whose atmosphere is too pure for them to breathe For such an indignity afford to Civilization I Merely Challenge any abolition or Black Republican lady of character if there can be such a one found among the negro equality tribe. To Meet me at Masons & dixon line: With a pair of Colt's repeaters or any other weapon they May Choose. That I may receive satisfaction for the insult. VICTORIA E. GOODWIN, Springdale Miss April 27, 1861. A NEW BORDER-STATE SONG. AIR-My Maryland. The rebel's heel is on thy shore, Kentucky! O Kentucky! His torch is at thy neighbor's door, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Avenge thou Massachusetts' gore, That stains the name of Baltimore, And be the Neutral State no more, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Hark to thy blushing sons' appeal, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Proud mother State, to thee they kneelKentucky! O Kentucky! When foes disturb the common weal, All slavish love of self conceal, And gird thy limbs with Union steel, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Let all thy traitors bite the dust, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Let not thy sword in scabbard rust, Kentucky! O Kentucky! See Breckinridge's breach of trust; Remember Morehead's skulking thrust, And blow a wrathful thunder-gust, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Come! welcome Freedom's new-born day, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Come! fling thy manacles away, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Call Wickliffe home to fast and pray, Stop Powell's mouth while yet you may, Invoke the shade of Henry Clay, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Thy fame is bright, thy limbs are strong, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Prepare to break the negro's chain, Shall West-Virginia call in vain? Her eagles scream from hill to plain"LIBERTY" is the fierce refrain, It baffles traitors back amain, Kentucky! O Kentucky! The Union's wounds shall heal again, I see the blush upon thy cheek, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Though thou wast never over-meek; Ah! hear! there cometh forth a shriek, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Proud Labor should not pay a toll, Write LINCOLN's fame upon thy scroll, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Methinks I hear a distant hum, Kentucky! Ah! Kentucky! Kentucky! Ah! Kentucky! She speaks herself, and treason's dumb, WASHINGTON CITY, D. C., January 1, 1863. "THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE." BY S. B. S., Co. F, ELEVENTH MICHIGAN INFANTRY. The following lines were suggested by a remark made by a little boy, whose parents reside near Bardstown, Ky., when our troops first made their appearance here. Discovering a beautiful rainbow suspended in the heavens, he ran to his mother, and exclaimed: "Mother, God is a Union man." His mother questioning him for his reason for thinking so, he replied that he had seen his flag, and it was "Red, White, and Blue." The traitor Archangel dared first to rebel, And drew around him his traitorous crew; But the flag of the "Union" was straightway unfurled, With its glorious old "red, white, and blue;" When loyalty gathered from heaven's domain, And brightened their armor anew; And the armies of heaven then marshalled their train The order went forth to the white-tented field, And the fate of "Rebellion" was instantly sealed, The arch-chief of traitors was sentenced to reign The first great rebellion that history records, As we are assured, that "God speeds the right," To the cause of our country, we'll never lose sight I herewith petition the "powers that be," A deep grave reception-a home quite as free As Satan had after his fall. We're ready, all ready, so pilot us on, We are wearied with "nothing to do;" We are willing to fight till the last battle's won, -Louisville Journal. ONE WORD. Speak to us, to-day, O Father! Long, by the hearthstone corner, Men may march and manoeuvre, Thrilling through every heart! O Father! trust your children! Where funeral willows quiver But the Hearts of Oak went through! They have shown what men may do, They have proved how men may dieCount, who can, the fields they've pressed, Each face to the solemn sky! How they sank in the Varuna, (Seven foes in flame around!)? How they went down with the Cumberland, Firing, cheering as they drowned? Spirits, a hundred of thousands, Eager, and bold, and true, Gone to make good one brave, just word— Father, they died for you! Died, in tempest of battle, Died, in the cot's dull pain- Now, never fear lest the living Should shrink at the sound, "Be Free !"They shall yet make up the million, And another, if need there be ! But fail not, as thy trust is heaven, Speak it, our earthly Father! The Angel-Songs are forever, The snake can hiss but his daySpeak, O Shepherd of Peoples! And fold earth's blessings for aye. H. -Hartford Press. THE VOLUNTEER'S BURIAL. BY PARK BENJAMIN. 'Tis eve; one brightly beaming star And whose the form, all stark and cold, He died-the Volunteer-at noon; Hark to their fire! his only knell- Alas! like him, how many more -Evening Post THE PATRIOT'S SONG. Chieftains! lead us to the Rebel host, Who could not glory in the deed To drive them to death's mart? Come, let us for our country fight Because her glorious, heavenly cause is right. Breathe on, ye souls of pride and strife, 'Tis death's immortal age! To die, is but a change of life, And heaven a starry stage. The trumpet shall from Malvern Hill Bring forth the sweet Æolian harp, In silver bowers and glades. Let bards the dirge of patriots sing, A MOTHER'S STORY. Amid the throng that gathers where The mail dispenses joy and care, I saw a woeful women stand, A letter falling from her hand: 1 She spoke no word, she breathed no sigh; Showed hopeless grief had seized her heart. "Ah! sir, my boy! my brave, bright boy!" My brave, bright boy is dead!". "Sorrow is sacred !" and the eye "My gran'father, sir, for freedom died, "And when my boy, with burning brow, How Sumter fell!-oh! how, sir, how "I blessed him; and I bade him go— He proudly went to meet the foe; "In camp-on march-of picket round- And still the call to battle found "And when the fleet was all prepared He all his comrades' feelings shared- "How drear the flowerless grave must be, And that he knew 't would comfort me 'They tell me that the general's eye GOD BLESS THE BRAVE MAN!—with a sigh, "Quick down the vessel's side came he; "The boat came bounding o'er the tide; God's will be done!-my bright boy died, Ye, who this artless story read, And "Heaven has blessed your store"- That childless widow's door! HAPPY LAND OF CANAAN. BY ONE OF THE FIFTY-SEVENTH OHIO. Now we are in Camp Chase, and that is just the place, For the soldier boys to go and get a training, So that when we go down there, where the seceders are, We can send them to the happy land of Canaan. O boys! there's a good time coming, But get over double trouble, For we're bound for the happy land of The Ohio Fifty-seventh, Colonel Mungen, can't be beat, There's gallant Captain Rice, oh! he thinks himself so nice, Because he company A is commanding, And he will send the rebels (the nasty, dirty devils) Right into the happy land of Canaan. CHORUS-HO, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. But there is Captain May, oh! he is on the way, And when he gets down there, where the seceders are, He will send them to the happy land of Canaan. Company C is in the field, and will make the traitors vield, Captain Mott that brave company is commanding, Or send it to the happy land of Canaan. Captain Blystone is in command of a gallant little band, That will give old Jeffy's dogs a caning, They will send them to the happy land of Canaan. Captain Doncyson's the man that will do all he can, He will take his little squad, and whip them all There's another little band, that will make the rebels stand, And gallant Captain Wilson is a-training, CHORUS-HO, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. Faulhaber's got some boys, that will make a noise, Captain Strayer's boys are some, and can whip them ten to one, And will make secession go to waning, CHORUS-Ho, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. |