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, Come! for thy lagging does thee wrong, 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! 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, Her brain and heart no longer numb, She feels at last, and now she'll come! Kentucky! Our Kentucky! 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 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," We're ready, all ready, so pilot us on, We are wearied with "nothing to do;" -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 'Twas seen what men may do- 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! Is it yet forgotten, of Shiloh And the long outnumbered lines, How the blue frocks lay in winrows? How they died at the Seven Pines? 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 day- H. -Hartford Press. THE VOLUNTEER'S BURIAL. BY PARK BENJAMIN. 'Tis eve; one brightly beaming star The northern wind has sunk to sleep; 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. BY G. F. B. 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 Eolian harp, On many fields their corpses strewn, 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: She spoke no word, she breathed no sigh; "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 My brave boy always there. "And when the fleet was all prepared He all his comrades' feelings shared— "He told the general: 'He would ne'er "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, If Pity in your bosoms plead, And "Heaven has blessed your store" If broken-hearted woman, meek, 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, Oh! we'll never mind the weather, 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, And when he gives them a round, he will make their flag come down, 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. CHORUS-Ho, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. 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. Captain Kilkenny's a whale, when he gets under sail, CHORUS-Ho, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. Captain Hardy, he comes in, with his little squad of men, And to fight with the rebels they are aiming, And when they go to battle they will make the rebels rattle, And run them to the happy land of Canaan. CHORUS-HO, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. And to conclude my song, I think I've done no wrong, And I hope that it will prove entertaining, And we will cut some figures, when we go among the niggers, 'Way down in the happy land of Canaan. CHORUS-HO, ho, ho, fal-de-ral-de-da, etc. THE CRUISE OF THE. SANTIAGO DE CUBA. 'Tis of the Santiago That I am going to tell, Whose fame has rung throughout our land And Britain, too, as well; She's the pride of her commander, And of the crew their boast, And a terror to the enemy Along our southern coast. 'Twas in the month November, With the rising of the sun, And steaming through the Narrows, We were over four months cruising, While o'er the waves, with dashing speed, "A steamer, sir," the lookout cried, "I plainly see the smoke " If they but dared the crew would with A load of cotton soon was seen A little schooner hove in sight- There was a little steamer bold, To carry on the war, Would by this craft in Charleston Bay 'Twas on such sly excursion When they heard the news that they had lost Where was the schooner Mersey, with For she must also fall a prey To the bold Santiago. Two days went by; "Sail oh!" was heard, We instantly gave chase, Came up with her, and here we had Another schooner hove in sight Upon the thirty-first, And 'twas not long ere those on board But what cared we for rebels' curse, While coming slowly down the coast We sent a prize-crew with her to Where they no doubt her cargo wished Though England still may boast her speed If they think to beat the Yankees, For the rebellious States- 'Twas August third, and Sunday noon, "But what have we to fear ?" said they, And less than that can't match us!" Their boast was vain, and there was one We thundered several shots at her, Which soon made her heave to, Come up with her, we soon on board Had sent a full prize-crew. They called her the Columbia, The worst thing they could do, For as the name belonged to us, We claimed the steamer, too; She'd Armstrong guns, intended for A battery on shore, But as secesh did not get them, I've yet one more to mention, And our captain thought it best To save her from all further harm, And send her to Key West. Soon after this a steamer came, But they let her in at Mobile, Or her we should have caught, And, though inferior in strength, Our captain would have fought. To our engineer's exertions Great praise we know is due, We caught our wealthiest prizes— Our captain is as good a man He's never wilfully abused A man beneath his rank; I hope that I've offended none If not, perhaps some future time But while there's fighting to be done J. L. K. -Sunday Mercury. CARPET CLOTHING.-Savannah is up and doing in behalf of our suffering soldiers in Virginia. A public meeting has been held, and prompt measures taken to secure at once clothing for the army. Messrs. W. H. Wiltberger & Co., proprietors of the Pulaski House, have offered the entire stock of carpets of their establishment to be converted into covering for the soldiers. Some idea of the munificence of the donation may be formed when we state that it comprises the carpeting of one hundred and twenty rooms, and when cut up will make over five hundred comfortable and good-sized blankets.-Mobile Tribune, October 7. VOL. VI.-POETRY 2 A LOYAL PIGEON.-The following is a true and singularly remarkable story of a pigeon captured by Mr. Tinker, a teamster of the Forty-second New-York volunteers, while the regiment was encamped at Kalorama Heights, Va. Mr. Tinker made a pet of him, and kept him in camp until they started for Poolesville. Strange to say, the pigeon followed on with the train, occasionally flying away at a great distance, but always returning, and, when weary, would alight on some wagon of the train. At night he was sure to come home, and, watching his opportunity, would select a position, and quietly go to roost in Tinker's wagon. Many of the men in the regiment took a fancy to him, and he soon became a general favorite. From Poolesville he followed to Washington, and down to the dock, where Tinker took him on board the steamer; so he went to Fortress Monroe, thence to Yorktown, where he was accustomed to make flights over and beyond the enemy's works, but was always sure to return at evening, to roost and receive his food in Tinker's wagon. From thence he went all through the Peninsular campaign, afterwards to Antietam, and Harper's Ferry, witnessing all the battles fought by his regiment. By this time he had gained so much favor, that a friend offered twenty-five dollars to purchase him, but Tinker would not sell him at any price, and soon after sent him home as a present to some friend. It might be interesting to trace the future movements of this remarkable specimen of the feathered tribe, but none will doubt his instinctive loyalty, and attachment to the old Tammany regiment. Any of the brave Forty-Second boys who read this history of their favorite, will attest the truth of these statements, and be pleased to see him honored by this history of his wanderings. Such devotion to the Stars and Stripes is, we believe, a fair illustration of the character of the Tammany regiment in the field, and worthy of imitation by those who have more than instinct to guide them. RICHMOND, VA., Oct. 6th.-Two gentlemen who recently made their escape from Accomac, and have arrived in this city, represent that the state of affairs in The that county amounts almost to a reign of terror. Yankee General, Lockwood, who commands that department, is already practically enforcing Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation, by issuing "free papers to slaves. In a single day, last week, he thus liberated two hundred and fifty, and retained them in the com munity, instead of sending them North, as the Yankee Generals elsewhere have done. Of course, their masters are charged with their support without the benefit of their services. The gentlemen from whom we obtain this information crossed the Chesapeake in an open row-boat, and then made their way to Richmond by land.-Richmond Whig, October 6. A REVIEW AT FORT SUMTER.- Last Friday was a bright and balmy October day, and General Ripley by appointment went down to review the garrison at Fort Sumter, consisting of the First regiment of SouthCarolina artillery. A large number of ladies were present. The General looked as fine as a fiddle, and performed his part with style and expedition. The splendid corps at the post appeared to great advantage before their original and honored commander. The excellent band added much to the occasion. After the exercises on the parade a ten-inch columbiad was fired |