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The Varieties Theatre to-night gives a benefit for the sufferers of Wilmington, N. C.-Richmond Examiner, October 17.

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In the Mayor's Court at Richmond, October sixteenth, infernal policy. We had hoped that this war would James Simpson was charged with buying one hundred be conducted upon principles recognized by civilized and seventy dollars worth of bacon, butter, and eggs, nations. But you have seen fit to ignore all the rules to sell at his store; the facts being established, the of civilized warfare, and resort to means which ought butter and eggs were confiscated. In the same Court, to and would make half-civilized nations blush. If J. Cropper had twenty-two dozen eggs confiscated, you attempt to carry out your threat against the proand E. J. Talliafero was fined ten dollars for riding a perty of citizens, we will make you rue the day you horse in the street faster than six miles an hour. issued your dastardly proclamation. If we can't act upon the principle of lex talionis in regard to private property, we will visit summary vengeance upon your men. You call us guerrillas, which you know is false. We are recognized by our government, and it was us STONEWALL JACKSON ADMINISTERS THE SACRAMENT. who attacked your wagon-train at Morning Sun. -On the morning of a recent battle near Har- have twenty-three men of yours, and as soon as you per's Ferry, after a sermon by one of his chaplains, carry out your threat against the citizens of the vicinStonewall Jackson, who, by the way, is an elder in ity of Morning Sun, your Hessians shall pay for it. You shall conduct this war upon proper principles. the Presbyterian Church, administered the sacrament to the church members in his army. He invited all make this a war of extermination you will please inWe intend to force you to do it. If you intend to Christians to participate in this ceremony. A Baptist, the straitest of his sect, thoroughly imbued with the form us of it at the earliest convenience. We are idea of close communion, was seen to hesitate; but ready and more than willing to raise the "black flag." the occasion, and the man who presided, overcame his There are two thousand partisans who have sworn to retaliate. If you do not retract your proclamation, scruples, and thus it has happened that the prospect of a fight and the eloquence of Jackson made a Baptist you may expect to have scenes of the most bloody character. We all remember the manner in which forget that baptism is the door into the church. In all Jackson's army an oath is rarely uttered. A re- souri. Henceforth our motto shall be, blood for blood your vandal soldiers put to death Mr. Owens, of Misligious enthusiasm pervades it, which makes every and blood for property. man a hero. Conscious of the justice of our cause, God, to hang on the outskirts of your rabble like We intend, by the help of and imbued with the strongest convictions of patriot-lightning around the edge of a cloud. ism, his men are irresistible. In this incident we tend this as a threat, but simply a warning of what we have an explanation of General Jackson's invincibility, intend to do in case you pursue your disgraceful and and we are thus enabled to understand why his men nefarious policy towards our citizens, as marked out in are all heroes, and why they endure without a murmur the severest hardships to which any troops your threat of recent date. Respectfully, have been subjected during the war. When peace is restored it will be honor enough for any man to say: "I belonged to the army of Stonewall Jackson." Knoxville Register, September 30.

AN INCIDENT OF SOUTH-MOUNTAIN. At the battle of South-Mountain, Richard Garrabrant, of the Ninty-fifth New-York regiment, was wounded in the shoulders. After dark, missing his regiment, he became lost in the woods and went in the direction of the rebels. He saw a party of men ahead, and called out: "What regiment do you belong to ?" They answered: "The Third South-Carolina. What do you belong to ?" "The Tenth Virginia," answered Garrabrant, and made off in the opposite direction, when he soon met some Federal soldiers. He is now lying in a hospital at Baltimore.

NEW REBEL SEAL.-The rebel Congress could not settle a seal for the confederacy. The two houses could not agree upon a device, and a committee of conference failed to settle the matter. The following was the Senate's design:

An armed youth in classic costume, standing beneath, a woman is clinging. The whole is surrounded by a margin of rice, cotton, tobacco, and sugar-cane. Motto, "Pro Aris et Focis."

GENERAL GRANT received the following communication from a rebel. The letter was written on three leaves out of a memorandum book, about four by three inches in size :

SINATOBIA, July 16, 1862. U. S. GRANT: SIR: We have seen your infamous and fiendish proclamation. It is characteristic of your

We don't in

GEO. R. MERRITT.

PROMOTIONS IN THE REBEL ARMY.-Brigadier-Gen. J. E. B. Stuart, to be major-general of cavalry; Col. Fitz-Hugh Lee, of the First Virginia cavalry, to be brigadier-general of cavalry; Col. Hays, of the Eleventh Louisiana regiment, to be brigadier-general; Brig.General Wade Hampton has been assigned to the brigade of cavalry.-Richmond Examiner, July 28.

GENERAL SUMNER had a son, a captain on his staff, who is but twenty-one years of age. During the battle of Antietam, when the bullets were whistling around the General's ears, he found it necessary to send the young man upon a mission of duty to a certain portion of the field. After giving him the requisite instructions, Gen. Sumner embraced him and said: "Goodand the captain rode forth upon his mission. On his by, Sammy." "Good-by, father," was the response, return, the fond father grasped his hand, with the simple remark of "How d'ye do, Sammy?" The spectators of this filial scene were much affected.

the citizens of Henrico County has arrived, and will be distributed to-day, (Oct. 3,) by Mr. M. C. Eggleston, at the county court-house. Persons before applying must procure a certificate from a justice of the peace in his district. Each person in charge of a family is entitled to one and a half pounds for each member of the family, at five cents per pound.

SALT IN VIRGINIA.-The first instalment of salt for

Carry the right change in order to prevent confusion and delay. Ten days is only allowed to deliver the above instalment. ELIJAH BAKER.

SALT FOR HENRICO.

I am prepared to furnish certificates to all persons entitled to receive salt in the upper district. I can be found at my shop, corner Seventh and Grace streets, in rear of Theatre. JOHN W. LEE, J. P., of Henrico County.

-Richmond Whig, October 4.

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.

IN Bethel, Vt., on the twenty-second of September, Mr. David Owen was ridden upon a rail, because he declined to cheer the Stars and Stripes, and persisted in refusing to comply with the requests of a party who waited upon him at his residence, with the express intention of making him a Union man.-New-York Commercial, October 8.

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it will have become should the Yankees succeed in

their scheme of subjugation. As for the rules of civilized war, we have this to say: A people who, for yoke of iron on our necks, are not entitled to their no justifiable cause whatever, have come to place a benefit. Moreover, those rules, as well as the ordinary obligations of humanity, have been entirely disregarded by the Yankees wherever they have succeeded in obtaining control. Witness their inhuman conduct at Nashville, Huntsville, New-Orleans, and elsewhere. Witness their attack with shell and shot upon Chattanooga, without a warning for the removal of the women and children.

In addition to pitched battles upon the open field, let us try partisan ranging bushwhacking-and henceforward, until the close of this war, let our sign be, The Black Flag and no Quarter!-Jackson Mississip pian, June 10.

REBEL CRUELTY.-A lady in Ulster County, N. Y., writes: "We have just received the horrid news of poor James Webster's death. He owned a farm in Virginia, was a Methodist minister, and a quiet Union man. The rebels took him while threshing in his drove him three days without eating, so that he died. barn, without allowing him even a change of clothing, He was my nephew."-New-York Tribune, June 11.

WEST-POINTERS IN THE TWO ARMIES.-From a list before us of the West-Point graduates, who are officers in the armies of the United States and confederate States, it appears that there are in the United States army seventeen major-generals and twenty-four brigadier-generals; in the confederate States army, five generals (beside A. S. Johnson, killed at Shilob.) eighteen major-generals, forty-one brigadier-generals. From this list, which ends with 1848, it appears that we have sixty-four generals from West-Point in our army, while the United States have but forty-one. It was no idle or unmeaning boast of President Davis that he had pick and choice of the officers of the old army. Notwithstanding the frequent flings at WestPointers, we may yet find it a cause of congratulation that we had at the head of our government one who was educated at West-Point himself, but who, by his service in the army and in the War Department, was so thoroughly acquainted with the military talent of all the United States officers.-Mobile Evening News, September 22.

BUSHWHACKING AND THE BLACK FLAG.-Now is the time for bushwhacking and the black flag. Now is the time to punish, with the full measure of retributive justice, the Vandals who have dared to desecrate our soil for purposes of rapine, murder, and every manner of cruelty and outrage which illustrates the depravity and wickedness of human nature in its most degenerate form. It is not improbable that, by means of iron-clad boats, they will succeed, occasionally, in effecting landings upon the Mississippi River, with a view to predatory incursions into the interior. Nothing better could be desired. It will give each man, of whatever age, calling, or occupation, an opportunity to become at once an efficient soldier. He can take his gun, ascertain the places most likely to be frequented by the Yankee thieves, conceal himself in ravine, thicket, or undergrowth, and pick them off by the wholesale. This will be fine sport better, indeed, than hunting wild game. And those engaged in it will have the satisfaction of knowing that whenever they bring one of these prowling beasts to the dust, the number of our remorseless enemies will be that much less. We know of one quiet but shrewd and resolute citizen in a certain region infested with these plunderers from Yankee land, who has bagged about a dozen of them. His example is commended especially to the people of the river counties; but not to them alone. Where the base hoof of a Yankee leaves its impress, there let his carcass be made to enrich the soil which he has come to plunder. Nor must their To the Editor of the World: My husband is an officer coming be awaited. Every part of our territory should in the rebel army, and will never lay down his arms alike be held sacred from such a loathsome presence. while Mr. Lincoln is President. There are many ladies The Yankee generals, dreading the guerrilla and bush-in this State also who have husbands fighting against whacking system of war, have indicated their purpose the North. As there is a proclamation to free the to retaliate, by seizing non-combatants and destroying slaves of disloyal citizens, why can't we have a proproperty indiscriminately. It is not for our people to clamation to free wives from disloyal husbands? be deterred by this expedient. We must remember DERBY, Sept. 23.

little company of Partisan Rangers, from Washington A GALLANT DASп.-Capt. Frank Findlay, with his County, Va., nearly all of whom are youths under eighteen years of age, and attached to the State line service, made a dash into Wyoming County a few days ago, and captured Capt. Godfrey, a noted leader of a them into camp at Abb's Valley, where they are in Union company, and ten of his men. They brought limbo for the present.-Richmond Whig, September 6.

ANOTHER PROCLAMATION WANTED.

that our condition cannot possibly be made worse than-New-York World, October 10.

EUNICE

MOBILE, October 3.-Brute Butler has issued an order (No. 76) requiring all persons in New-Orleans, male or female, eighteen years of age or upwards, who sympathize with the Southern Confederacy, to report themselves by first October, with descriptive lists of their property, real and personal. If they renew their allegiance to the United States Government, they are to be recommended for pardon; if not, they will be fined and imprisoned, and their property confiscated. The policemen of the city are charged with the duty of seeing that every householder enrols his property in the respective districts.—Richmond Inquirer, October 6.

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A BRILLIANT EXPLOIT.-One of the coolest and most extraordinary exploits of the war is thus described in a letter by Brig.-Gen. Brown, dated Springfield, Mo. After a preliminary description of an engagement with the rebels, eighteen miles from Newtonia, Gen. Brown proceeds:

"The General (Schofield) sent Lieutenant Blodgett, attended by an orderly, with orders to Colonel Hall, Fourth Missouri cavalry, to move to the left and attack in that direction. The route of the Lieutenant was across a point of woods, in which, while passing, he suddenly found himself facing about forty rebels drawn up in irregular line. Without a moment's hesitation, he and the orderly drew their pistols and charged. At the same time, tempering bravery with mercy, and not feeling any desire to shed blood needlessly, he drew out his handkerchief and waved it in token of his willingness to surround and capture the whole rebel force rather than shoot them down.

"The cool impudence of the act nonplused the foe, and perhaps thinking there was a large force in the rear, eight of them threw down their arms and surrendered, and the balance 'skedaddled.' It is difficult to say which I admired most in the Lieutenant, his bravery in making the charge against such odds, when to have hesitated a moment was certain death, or his presence of mind and coolness in offering them their lives. The orderly, too, deserves more than a passing notice. His name is Peter Basnett, and he was at one time Sheriff of Brown County, Wis. The Lieutenant and orderly were well matched-both quiet and determined

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BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

The flags of war like storm-birds fly,
The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,

No earthquake strives below.

And, calm and patient, Nature keeps
Her ancient promise well,

Though o'er her bloom and greenness sweeps
The battle's breath of hell.

And still she walks in golden hours
Through harvest-happy farms,

And still she wears her fruit and flowers
Like jewels on her arms.

What means the gladness of the plain,
This joy of eve and morn,
The mirth that shakes the beard of grain
And yellow locks of corn?

Ah! eyes may well be full of tears,
And hearts with hate are hot;
But even-paced come round the years,
And Nature changes not.

She meets with smiles our bitter grief,
With songs our groans of pain;
She mocks with tint of flower and leaf
The war-field's crimson stain.

Still, in the cannon's pause, we hear Her sweet thanksgiving-psalm; Too near to God for doubt or fear, She shares the eternal calm.

She knows the seed lies safe below

The fires that blast and burn;
From all the tears of blood we sow,
She waits the rich return.

She sees with clearer eye than ours
The good of suffering born-
The hearts that blossom like her flowers
And ripen like her corn.

Oh! give to us, in times like these,
The vision of her eyes;

And make her fields and fruited trees
Our golden prophecies!

Oh! give to us her finer ear!

Above the stormy din,

We, too, would hear the bells of cheer Ring peace and freedom in!

A RECRUITING RALLY.

Men of Maine! men of Maine!
Now again, now again,

Our country calls her sons to the field:

Leave your work, leave your plough,
Rally prompt, rally now,

For Dirigo's emblazed on Maine's shield.

Hold not back, hold not back,
Glory's track, glory's track

Opes to us, as it did to our sires;

What they built we renew,
Let their sons light anew

Freedom's pure flame, of liberty's fires.

As our pine, as our pine,
Always shine, always shine,
Ever verdant, amid winter's blast;
Let our faith in the right

Make us stand to the fight,

Not relax while the battle doth last.

Sons of Maine! Sons of Maine!
Not in vain, not in vain,
Let our brothers encamped call for aid;
Let the Seven Thousand* charge!
With the ONE-ARMED, at their targe,
And rebellion at our feet will be laid.

PORTLAND.

A SONG WITHOUT A TITLE.

COMPOSED BY J. FERGUSON, CO. A, TWENTY-FIRST REGIMENT
INDIANA VOLUNTEERS.

TUNE-Happy Land of Canaan.

The rebels are enraged,

To think we are engaged

In trying to put down this cursed rebellion;
We will show them that we can

Turn out to a single man,

To drive them to the happy Land of Canaan.
Oh! oh! oh! Confeds, don't you know
A good time for us is a-coming?

We will show you that we're right,

That you rebels cannot fight,

And we'll blow you to the happy land of Canaan

The rebels soon will find

That the Yankees are the kind

Of men to put down this rebellion;
The rebs think they are strong;

But 'twill not be very long,

Until we send them to the happy land of Canaan.
Oh! oh! oh! Ye rebels, don't you know
That the Yankees from the North are a-coming?
You may think we are in fun,

But we'll make

rebels you

run,

Oh! oh! oh! Ye rebels, don't you know

A good time for the Yankees is a-coming?
Secession has played out,

We will make you face about,

And march you to the happy land of Canaan.

The happy time,has come,

And the rebels are undone,

Their conscription no longer will sustain them;
We will show them how the South

And Jeff Davis are played out

Since they started from the happy Land of Canaan
Oh! oh! oh! Ye rebels, don't you know
A good time for the Feds is a-coming?
We will show you how to fight,

And put you all to flight,

En route for the happy land of Canaan.

AN APPEAL.

BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

Listen, young heroes! your country is calling!
Time strikes the hour for the brave and the true!
Now, while the foremost are fighting and falling,
Fill up the ranks that have opened for you!
You whom the fathers made free and defended,
Stain not the scroll that emblazons their fame!
You whose fair heritage spotless descended,

Leave not your children a birthright of shame!

Stay not for questions while Freedom stands gasping!
Wait not till Honor lies wrapped in his pall!
Brief the lips' meeting be, swift the hands' clasping-
"Off for the wars !" is enough for them all.

Break from the arms that would fondly caress you!
Hark! 'tis the bugle-blast! sabres are drawn!
Mothers shall pray for you, fathers shall bless you!
Maidens shall weep for you when you are gone!

Never or now! cries the blood of a nation,
Poured on the turf where the red rose should
bloom:

Now is the day and the hour of salvation-
Never or now! peals the trumpet of doom!

Never or now! roars the hoarse-throated cannon
Through the black canopy blotting the skies!

Or we'll blow you to the happy land of Canaan. Never or now! flaps the shell-blasted pennon

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O'er the deep ooze where the Cumberland lies!
From the foul dens where our brothers are dying,
Aliens and foes in the land of their birth,
From the rank swamps where our martyrs are lying
Pleading in vain for a handful of earth;

From the hot plains where they perish outnumbered,
Furrowed and ridged by the battle-field's plough.
Comes the loud summons; too long you have slumbered,
Here the last Angel-trump-Never or Now!

To think that Lincoln had

To issue the late proclamation;

But it seems to be the plan

To reduce the rebel van,

And start them to the happy land of Canaan.

Maine's quota of 800,000.

DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER.

BY GEORGE H. BOKER.

Close his eyes; his work is done!
What to him is friend or foeman,
Rise of moon, or set of sun,

Hand of man, or kiss of woman?

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

As man may, he fought his fight,
Proved his truth by his endeavor;
Let him sleep in solemn night,
Sleep forever and forever.

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

Fold him in his country's stars,

Roll the drum and fire the volley!
What to him are all our wars,
What but death bemocking folly?

Lay him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!

What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

Leave him to God's watching eye,

Trust him to the hand that made him. Mortal love weeps idly by:

God alone has power to aid him.

Lay him low, lay him low,

In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? he cannot know:
Lay him low!

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O bleeding land! there is, that bringeth cheer;
Renew thy fading hopes, repress thy sighs.
O traitor band! there is, that causeth fear;
Haste ye and hide, ere Nemesis arise!

O mourning heart, be still! The gloomy night,
Even to eye that's not "of faith," grows gray
Soon shall its darkness melt away in light.

Come, quickly come, light of the glorious day!

Arise, and gird your loins, ye men of might! Earth trembling, hope, heaven, bide the end; hear ye!

Go forth, great-hearts! Do battle for the right! Go forth, and faint not: "God and Liberty!" "Thine is the fight, O God." For liberty

To worship thee in peace, we draw the sword;
Thy cause shall fail not, save ordained by thee;
Even as the sparrow falls but by thy word.

Grant thou, All-Merciful! thy mercy to us,
Only thine arm of strength can us subdue.
With thine own spirit toward our foes, imbue us;
So shall we 66
temper justice" to thy view.
EDMUNDUS SCOTUS, Ninth Illinois Cavalry.
CHICAGO, November 27, 1862.

FREDERICKSBURGH.

BY W. F. W.

Eighteen hundred and sixty-two-
That is the number of wounded men
Who, if the telegraph's tale be true,
Reached Washington City but yester e'en

And it is but a handful, the telegrams add,

To those who are coming by boats and by cars; Weary and wounded, dying and sad;

Covered-but only in front-with scars.

Some are wounded by Minié shot,

Others are torn by the hissing shell,
As it burst upon them as fierce and as hot
As a demon spawned in a traitor's hell.
Some are pierced by the sharp bayonet,
Others are crushed by the horses' hoof;
Or fell 'neath the shower of iron which met
Them as hail beats down on an open roof.

Shall I tell what they did to meet this fate?
Why was this living death their doom-

Why did they fall to this piteous state
'Neath the rifle's crack and the cannon's boom?

Orders arrived, and the river they crossed-
Built the bridge in the enemy's face-
No matter how many were shot and lost,
And floated-sad corpses-away from the place.
Orders they heard, and they scaled the height,
Climbing right "into the jaws of death;"
Each man grasping his rifle-piece tight-
Scarcely pausing to draw his breath.

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