He told his wife to get to the Federal lines as soon as GENERAL BUTLER.-Theodore Winthrop, whom the possible. A braver and a truer man to his country country only began to appreciate when she had lost does not exist than Robert C. Forbes. I gave the him, in a paper describing one of the early scenes of mother and children ten dollars in greenbacks and the war, says: "The army of the United States at this my blankets. The other soldiers contributed to re-time consisted of six thousand men. Three thousand lieve the distresses of the family. Many sympathizing were" - certain specified regiments. "The other tears were shed by us all. I have not witnessed a three thousand were General Butler."-Boston Adscene so affecting since my enlistment.-Iowa State vertiser. Register. A NEW CASSABIANCA.-A correspondent, giving an account, by a rebel prisoner who participated in the affair, of the capture of the Harriet Lane, at Galveston, Texas, relates the following remarkable incident: Almost the first men struck down were the gallant Captain Wainwright and Lieut. Lee, who both fought, the prisoner says, with a desperation and valor that no mortal could surpass. He saw them bleeding and prostrate upon the deck, still dealing death among their enemies. One young son of Captain Wainwright -only ten years old, just think of it!-stood at the I cabin door, a revolver in each hand, and never ceased firing until he had expended every shot. One of his poor little hands was disabled by a ball, shattering his four fingers, and then his infantile soul gave way; he burst into tears, and cried: "Do you want to kill me?" Darling young hero-may his country never forget him! Where is the Hemans to wed his name to immortal verse, like another Cassabianca? Philanthropists, whose hearts are yearning for something to love, here is a noble orphan boy on whom to lavish your care. He is now a prisoner in the hands of the enemy. Me sub areta vite bibentem. HORACE: Ode XXXVIII HEADQUARTERS TULLAHOMA, February 14, 1863. hate, my boy Wheeler, old Abe's apparatus, Of hemp garlands twisted to choke our afflatus. Cease to rove where that Stanley the devil is playing, Nor scout near the spot where "Old Rosy" is staying. Fort Donelson's sold to Uncle Sam, For "bloodhounds" can't butt with a Federal ram. My sedulous care is to make my escape And drink myself tight with a "little more grape." You're rather Lowe-flung, and have shown the white And I'm nearly played out rag, Your old friend, BRAXTON BRAGG. A ROMANCE OF THE WAR.-The Hartford Evening ROMANCE OF THE CAMP.-The Louisville Journal Press narrates the following curious incident, which it tells the following singular story: A few weeks since has from an officer in the Twentieth Connecticut regi-a Captain, accompanied by a young soldier, apparent ment: "When the regiment first marched towards Dumfries, in December, it halted for two or three hours close by a farmhouse, three miles south of the Occoquan River. Corporal Halsey J. Tibbals, of company D, a member of the color-guard, while gratifying his propensity for sight-seeing, with the rest, discovered what seemed to him familiar localities. He remembered that he was born in Virginia, and lived there till the age of eight years, but had not any definite idea of the precise locality. He was soon satisfied, however, that he had found his birthplace, and pointed out the grave of his grandfather, and the path leading to the spring which supplied the household with water. Inquiry of the occupants of the house corroborated his convictions, and brought out the fact that he was the sole surviving heir to the property, which still goes by the name of 'The Tibbals Farm.' The property consists of over three hundred acres, and in New-England would make a man independent, but Mr. Tibbals declines to prosecute his claim, as he has a poor estimate of Southern property since the rebellion. He is also the rightful owner of one thousand acres of land in Texas, which fell to him by the death of a relative." ly about seventeen years of age, arrived in this city in charge of some rebel prisoners. During their stay in the city the young soldier alluded to had occasion to visit headquarters, and at once attracted the attention of Colonel Mundy by being exceedingly sprightly and possessed of more than ordinary intelligence. Being in need of such a young man at Barracks No. 1, the Colonel detailed him for service in that institution. He soon won the esteem of his superior officers and became a general favorite with all connected with the Barracks. A few days ago, however, the startling secret was disclosed that the supposed young man was a young lady, and the fact was established beyond doubt by a soldier who was raised in the same town with her and knew her parents. She "acknowledged the corn," and begged to be retained in the position to which she was assigned; having been in the ser vice ten months, she desired to serve during the war. Her wish was accordingly granted, and she is still at her post. We learned the facts above stated yesterday, and took occasion to visit the barracks, and was introduced to "Frank Martin," (her assumed name,) and gleaned the following incidents connected with her extraordinary career during the past ten months: "Frank" was born near Bristol, Pa., and her parA FEDERAL Scout named W. J. Murray went on ents now reside in Alleghany City, Pa., where she horseback from New-Orleans to Baton Rouge, to as-was raised. They are highly respectable people, and certain the condition of the telegraph line, which has in very good circumstances. She was sent to the con been destroyed by the rebels. He rode forty miles vent in Wheeling, Va., at twelve years of age, where through the enemy's country, which was infested with she remained until the breaking out of the war, havroving bands of guerrillas, but met with no opposi-ing acquired a superior education, and all the accomtion, and returned to New-Orleans with safety.--Louis- plishments of modern usage. She visited home after ville Journal. leaving the convent, and after taking leave of her par ents, proceeded to this city in July last, with the design of enlisting in the Second East-Tennessee cavalry, which she accomplished, and accompanied the army of the Cumberland to Nashville. She was in the thickest of the fight at Murfreesboro, and was severely wounded in the shoulder, but fought gallantly, and waded Stone River into Murfreesboro on the memorable Sunday on which our forces were driven back. She had her wound dressed, and her sex was disclosed, and General Rosecrans made acquainted with the fact. She was accordingly mustered out of service, notwithstanding her earnest entreaty to be allowed to serve the cause she loved so well. The General was very favorably impressed with her daring bravery, and superintended the arrangements for her safe transmission to her parents. She left the army of the Cumberland resolved to enlist again in the first regiment she met. When she arrived at Bowling Green she found the Eighth Michigan there, and enlisted, since which time she has been and is now connected with it. She is represented as an excellent horseman, and has been honored with the position of regimental bugler in the regiment. She has seen and endured all the privations and hardships incident to the life of the soldier, and gained an enviable reputation as a scout, having made several wonderful expeditions which were attended with signal success. Frank is only eighteen years of age, quite small, and a beautiful figure. She has auburn hair, which she wears quite short, and large blue eyes, beaming with brightness and intelligence. Her complexion is naturally very fair, though slightly bronzed at present from the effects of exposure. She is exceedingly pretty, and very amiable. Her conversation denotes more than ordinary accomplishment, and, what is stranger than all, she appears very refined in her manners, giving no evidence whatever of the rudeness which might naturally be expected from her late associations. Frank informs us that she has discovered a great many females in the army, and is now intimately acquainted with a young lady who is a lieutenant in the army. She has assisted in burying three female soldiers at different times, whose sex were unknown to any but herself. Since she has been in the city she formed the acquaintance of a young lady, who has taken quite a fancy to her, supposing her to be a handsome young We pressed (we should say urged) her for her real name, but she very respectfully declined giving it. She is very patriotic, and expresses a determination "to see the war out, come what will." man. NEWBERN, N. C., January 20.-After the recent battle at Kinston, our forces buried their dead decently and in order. On the first instant, a flag of truce left this city for that place, for the purpose of disinterring some of the bodies, and sending them home. Imagine their feelings, on opening the graves, to find that the chivalry of rebeldom had previously opened them, stripped the bodies of every vestige of clothing, and tumbled them back into their resting-places, without any regard to Christian burial, but simply as they would roll the body of a dead animal in a pit. The hearts of men, who would treat the dead bodies of their enemies in this manner, must be indeed callous, and hardened to every fine feeling pertaining to man.-Newbern Progress, January 21. AN UNCONSCIOUS HERO.-The notice, by the dailies, that Gen. Hooker desired to appoint George W. Smal ley, of the Tribune, on his staff, as an acknowledg ment of the great merit of his report of the battle of Antietam, reminds us of a personal interview we had with General Hooker, which, in justice to Hooker and to Mr. Smalley, we feel it to be our duty to recite. The General was laid up with his wound, but on the occasion referred to, he was well enough to be bolstered in a chair, and was engaged in writing a letter. Our conversation soon turned to the battle of Antietam, when he referred, with considerable enthusiasm, to what he characterized as the wonderful account of the battle given by the reporter for the Tribune. "It was," said he, "a perfect reproduction of the scene and all its incidents; and it is a marvel to me how you writers can perform such tasks." I asked the General if he knew who the reporter of the Tribune was. "I saw him first upon the battle-field," was his reply. "I first noticed him when we were in the hottest portion of the fight, early in the morning. My attention was then attracted to a civilian, who sat upon his horse, in advance of my whole staff; and though he was in the hottest of the fire, and the shot and shell were striking and sputtering around us like so much hail, he sat gazing on the strife as steady and as undisturbed as if he were in a quiet theatre, looking at a scene upon the stage. In all the experience which I have had of war, never saw the most experienced and veteran soldier exhibit more tranquil fortitude and unshaken valor than was exhibited by that young man. I was concerned at the needless risk which he invited, and told one of my aids to order him in our rear. Presently, all my aids had left me, on one service and another; whereupon, turning to give an order, I found no one but this young stranger at my side. I then asked him if he would oblige me by bearing a despatch to Gen. McClellan, and by acting as my aid, until some of my staff should come up. He rode off with alacrity, through a most exposed position, returned with the answer, and served me as an aid through the remain der of the fight, till I was carried from the ground." "And his name, General ?" "He was a young man, recently from college, named George W. Smalley, and I am writing to him now!" Those who know the noble nature of Gen. Hooker, will therefore wonder but little that one of his first acts, when placed in chief command of the army of the Potomac, was to ask to have George W. Smalley placed upon his staff. The writer of this has never seen George W. Smalley, but he deems it a simple act of justice to relate this interview.- Wilkes' Spirit of the Times. PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S LAST.-The President looks haggard and careworn-who wonders at it?-yet he preserves his good nature, and some new story or bon uttered on Saturday, at the public reception, when a mot from him is always in circulation. The last was Western paymaster, in full major's attire, was introI'd call and pay my respects." "From the complaints duced, and said: "Being here, Mr. Lincoln, I thought of the soldiers," responded the President, "I guess that's about all' any of you do pay."-Washington Correspondent Boston Journal. INTERVIEW WITH STONEWALL JACKSON. CAMP PAROLE, ANNAPOLIS, MD., January 6, 1863. DEAR SIR: I will attempt, in accordance with your request, to give you an account of my interview with Stonewall Jackson, while a prisoner at his camp, and of my sojourn at Libby Prison in Richmond. A few days after my capture, I was sent to Jackson's camp, at Nineveh, Warren County, Va. I reached there Tuesday, November eleventh, in company with four others. Gen. Jackson came out of his tent just as we were leaving for the guard-house, (an old church near by,) and desired us to wait a few minutes, as he would like to ask us a few questions. "When were you taken?" he inquired. "November seventh," I replied. "Have you any New-York papers with you?" he asked. I replied that we had not, but told him I had read the Herald of the fifth, which had reached camp on the day of my capture. "Ah! did you?" said he. "I wanted to inquire about the recent elections. Do you know what majority Seymour received?" "Between ten and fifteen thousand," I replied. "Do you know how many Congressmen the Democrats elected in the State ?" I answered that it was believed they had elected nineteen out of the thirty-one. "Were the Woods both elected?" I answered that they were, and that all of the city and river districts were claimed as Democratic. "Good!" he replied. "New-York City will have more to say in the next session of Congress than all the rest of the State." to leave, he asked if any of us had any "green-backs” we would like to exchange for confederate paper! We remained there two days, with the "Jackson foot cavalry," a brigade of Irish soldiers. Those with whom I conversed, said they would give almost any thing to be back at the North, but as they were in Virginia when the war broke out, there was nothing else to do but join the army. We were paraded on the thirteenth, and the next morning started for Winchester. From there, we walked to Staunton, in five days, a distance of ninetytwo miles, and thence by cars to Richmond and Libby Prison. As we were paroled, we had more liberty than the rest of the party. (There were eighty-four of us, and only five paroled.) Instead of staying with the rest nights, we would put up at hotels, and report to the Provost in the morning, and join our party. Two or three times we staid over a day or two, and went on with the next lot. At one place, which it would be unwise to mention, we found some negroes who asked us if we were Yankees. On assuring them we were, and speaking a few kind words, they asked us to follow them, at a distance, to a room of theirs. We bad not been there long, before several joined them, each speaking some word through the key-hole, without which they would get no reply from those within. They asked us innumerable questions about the North, the Administration, and the prospects of the war, which we answered to the best of our knowledge. They told us that they were organized into secret societies throughout the South, and were patiently waiting for an "opportunity" to render the President's expected Proclamation of Freedom their aid. Several present were men whom their masters trusted in important transactions, and many assured me that their masters could hardly be convinced that they would do aught against the "institution," but placed the most implicit confi"But they all claimed to be War Democrats," I con- dence in them. They appeared to be well posted in tinued, "and in favor of a more 'vigorous prosecu-public affairs, and confident that the "Confederacy" tion of the war.' Was that a mere political dodge? Your soldiers would hardly cheer the announcement of the election of War Democrats, I should think." "Their constituents would hardly feel flattered to hear you," I said. Any man who sincerely desires peace," he said, "should certainly rejoice at their election. If you had such men in power at Washington, to-day, there would be no more bloodshed, and we could easily come to an honorable settlement." I did not dispute that, nor ask him what he would call an honorable settlement. Desiring to continue the conversation, I agreed with him. "Oh! no!" he replied. "They are in favor of prosecuting the war with more vigor. They think that if we are to be conquered, it should be done at once, before spring. If we are not subjugated by that time, they will demand a peace, and force your Government to stop the war. We know we can hold out, and when the next Congress meets, they will all be found to be peace men, and willing to recognize our independence, in preference to a bloody and endless war. When once convinced that they cannot conquer us by merely gaining one or two battles, they will cease to be War Democrats. It is because we know them to be more reasonable than the Republicans, that my men cheered the news of Seymour's election. But what other news was there?" was on its last legs, as they said the people everywhere were grumbling, and complaining of hard times, and praying for peace. One compared the "Confederacy" to a closet-door in the room, which hung on only one hinge, and that cracked!' In Libby, we were placed in a large room, about one hundred and twenty-five by fifty feet. The room was entirely destitute of every thing, save one bench capa ble of holding five. We had one hundred and fortyfive in the room, and not twenty-five had blankets. The windows were all open, not one pane of glass being left. We had a fire-place at one end of the room, but the fortunate few who got around it, would shut off the heat from reaching the unlucky mortals outside the ring. I remained there twelve days, and at no time did I get more than two hours' sleep, but I would wake up shivering, and walk the floor to get warm. Every crack in the floor appeared to be swarming with "New-Jersey," I answered, "has gone strongly Dem-vermin, and none of us could say we were free from ocratic, and the party has gained in Ohio." them. We had two meals a day at eight A.M., "Yes," said the General. "I heard that they had and five P.M.; at each meal, a half loaf of bread and carried Ohio. Did you notice whether Vallandigham a cup of weak soup, and meat twice a week. But few was reelected or not?" had cups, and those who had none, had to go without the pleasure of drinking cold soup, which had never heard of such an article as salt. On leaving the pri son, those who had blankets were obliged to leave them, but all were glad to leave at any cost. When next I meet them, I hope it will be with rifle in hand, and with a victorious army. "He was defeated," I answered; "but another friend of yours in the West, was returned." "Who was it?" he inquired. "Voorhees!" "A good Democrat," he said. "Vallandigham was too outspoken at first; he would have been reëlected if he had been more moderate." The General was here interrupted, and as he turned I remain, yours truly, D. D. L. -N. Y. Tribune. DEDICATED WITH RESPECT AND ADMIRATION TO MAJOR GENERAL EARL VAN DORN. For sixty days and upwards A storm of shell and shot Rained round as in a flaming shower, But still we faltered not! "If the noble city perish," Our grand young leader said, "Let the only walls the foe shall scale Be ramparts of the dead!" For sixty days and upwards The eye of heaven waxed dim, And even throughout God's holy morn, As if the fiends of air There was wailing in the houses, There was trembling on the marts, And the little children gamboled- Just for a wondering moment, As the huge bombs whirled and blazed! Then turning with silvery laughter To the sports which children love, Yet the hailing bolts fell faster Grew the conflict's wild eclipse, Like a type of doom and ire, Whence shot a thousand quivering tongues But the unseen hands of angels In the houses ceased the wailing, And through the war-scarred marts COLUMBIA, S. C., August 6, 1862. "THE YANKEE DEVIL." BY W. P. RIVERS. The Nondescript, or "Yankee Devil," for clearing the harbor, was washed ashore on yesterday at Morris Island, and is now in our possession. It is described as an old scow-like vessel, painted red, with a long protruding beak, and jutting iron prongs, and claws, intended for the removal of torpedoes. It was attached to the Passaic, and managed by her during the engagement.-Charleston Courier. The enemy are waiting for a new machine, ("Devil,") to remove the torpedoes in the harbor, and to have every thing in readiness before the attack.-Intelligencer. Hurrah, hurrah, good news and true, He's caught, he's dead, and met his fate Hurrah, hurrah, let Dixie cheer! What may not Charleston do! The blackest, bluest from below, The prince of all is he, Who leads the Yankees where they go, On land, or on the sea. It has been stated by one professing to have witnessed the fact, that some weeks after the beginning of this terrific bombardment, not only were ladies seen coolly walking the streets, but that in some parts of the town children were observed at play, only interrupting their sports to gaze and listen at the bursting shells. The news is true, all doubt dispel, On South-Carolina's beach he lies, Ah! well we know that devil dies His name and hue, and shape and size, 'Tis he-the father of all lies, Of devils not the least. Scow-like, across the deep he came, Blood-red his iron sides; With beak, and claws, and fins of flame Like serpents which Minerva sent But Neptune ne'er decreed the fate To gratify the Yankees' hate On Charleston's dearer ones. They'll never bear one fatal hour, The Northern serpent's coil, Nor feel the Yankee devil's power Who come to crush and spoil. The "Nondescript," name chosen well; A fiend, a ghoul, a spirit fell! Foul, artful, bloody, false, insane, This Northern ghote* of sin; The heathen hells could ne'er contain But now, hurrah, the devil's dead! High, dry upon the shore! Rebellion still may rear its head, The war will soon be o'er. Hold, not so fast, abate your cheer, Alas! when will this warfare end? -Atlanta Intelligencer, April 16. GENERAL ROSECRANS indulges occasionally in a witticism. The Nashville Despatch says that a lady called upon him for the purpose of procuring a pass, which was declined very politely. Tears came to the lady's eyes as she remarked that her uncle was very ill, and might not recover. "Very sorry, indeed, madam," replied the General. "My uncle has been indisposed for some time. As soon as Uncle Sam recovers a little, you shall have a pass to go where you please." *Ghote-an imaginary evil being among Eastern nations. REBEL WRITERS IN LONDON.-The Mobile Register publishes a private letter from London which states that the editorial sanctum of The Index has become the focus and rendezvous of Southerners in London. It is a seminary of Southern intelligence, and a school of Southern writers, not for its own columns, but for the other London papers. J. B. Hopkins and Percy Gregg, both Englishmen, both writers for The Index, are mentioned as doing valuable service for the South. Gregg is also one of the principal leader writers for The Saturday Review, the leading London weekly, for which he writes Southern articles. He is also an editorial contributor to The Morning Herald, and Standard, both of which papers, says the writer, are in effect daily Southern organs. The financial writer for The Inder is Mr. George McHenry, an ardent Southerner, though born in Philadelphia. This gentleman also does yeoman's service to the Southern cause in The Times. LEAVING NEW-ENGLAND OUT.-The Chicago Times having proposed to enter upon the discussion of the question whether it would not be best to have a Union leaving New-England out, the Louisville Journal asks: "Wouldn't that question have been an interesting one in the revolutionary war? How would the proposition have sounded to exclude New-England privateers and New-England sailors and New-England soldiers from the last war with Great Britain ?" A NOBLE WOMAN.-Morgan Barclay, son of Dr. J. B. Barclay, of Brownsville, Fayette County, a member of company G, Eighth regiment Pennsylvania Reserves, was killed by a ball through the heart, in one of the late series of battles before Richmond. On receiving the sad tidings of his death, and learning that he died as only die the gallant and the brave, fighting for his country, the noble mother exclaimed, "It is well, and I only regret that I have not another to send in his place '—a sentiment worthy of the matron of the best days of Sparta and of Rome. FEMALE PATRIOTISM.-The Montgomery (Ala.) Mail gives some interesting instances of female patriotism in the county of Butler, Alabama, which we know all our readers will receive with applause. The first is that of Miss A. Dunham, who, finding that she could not buy shoes, with her own hands tanned skins and made shoes for her mother, three brothers, decrepit father and herself. The other is that of Miss E. Fickling, a girl of nine years of age, who spun a most beautiful article of fine cotton sewing-thread, upon a common spinningwheel.-Charleston Mercury, November 4. A NOVEL PUNISHMENT.-A somewhat amusing occurrence took place at Port Republic, Va. One of the men connected with Rigby's battery had stolen an old yellow dress, a scarf, and a small piece of new carpet. The act coming to General Milroy's notice, he sent at once for the man, and having ascertained that there could be no mistake concerning his guilt, he at once concluded he would let him cultivate a still more familiar acquaintance with a female apparel, and accordingly ordered the old dress put on the offender, the scarf tied about his neck, and the carpeting carefully laid across his arm. Thus equipped and prepared for creating a sensation, he was ordered to be "marched through the camp. The mortification of the man was complete. No more delaine dresses were stolen in his command, and the effect was most wholesome. |