treme end of each is welded out a very sharp point. These are intended to be sprinkled through the woods and over roads, to prevent the advance of cavalry. No matter how thrown, one of the points will stand perpendicularly, and when the horse treads upon it, it will enter his foot and disable him on the spot.-Sulli Ivan County Democrat.

night long I staggered amongst bleeding corpses, over
dead horses, trampled limbs, shattered artillery
every thing that goes to make up the horrors of a
battle-field when the conflict is over. They were re-
moving the wounded all night. Oh! think how awful
to stumble over the dead and hear the cries of the
wounded and dying, alone, and in the night-time.
had to start off alone, else they would not have let
me go.

ANECDOTE OF STONEWALL JACKSON.-The night after "As you may suppose, I could not find him, either amongst the living or the dead. But the next morn-held by General Lee, to which all of his generals of the battle of Fredericksburgh a council of war was ing, just after sunrise, I came to a little clump of timbers where a horse had fallen - his head shot off division were invited. General Jackson slept throughfor his opinion, curtly said: "Drive 'em in the river; out the proceedings, and upon being waked and asked drive 'em in the river!"-Mobile Advertiser.

and his body half covering a man whom I supposed dead. His face was to the ground, but as I stooped to look closer, I perceived a faint movement of the body, then heard a faint moan. I stooped and turned the face upward. The head and face were both covered with blood, but when I turned it to the light I knew it in spite of its disfiguration. O God! the agony of that moment sickened me almost to suffocation. With a strength I thought impossible in me, I drew him crushed and bleeding from beneath the carcase of our poor old horse, whom we had both so loved and petted, and dipping my handkerchief in a little pool of water amongst the bushes, bathed his face, and pressed some moisture between his parched, swollen lips. He was utterly senseless, and there was a dreadful wound in his head. Both limbs were

crushed hopelessly beneath his horse. He was utterly beyond the reach of human skill to save, but as soon as possible I had him conveyed to the hospital. I have nursed him ever since hopelessly, and with a heart breaking with grief. Oh! how many wives, how many mothers are to-day mourning the dead and dying, even as I mourn my dying! He has not opened his eyes to look at or spoken to me since he fell. Oh! could he but speak to me once before he dies, I should give him up with more resignation. But to die thus without a look or word! Oh! my heart is breaking!"

THE FIRST RECRUIT.-On the sixteenth of April, 1861, when the Governor of Pennsylvania, just after the Fort Sumter affair, at the instance of President Lincoln, called for three companies of militia from the counties of Mifflin, Schuylkill, and Berks, the first recruit was a Philadelphian, who telegraphed his application. He served three months with the "Logan Guard," of Lewistown, Mifflin county, and is now in the Armory Square Hospital, under Surgeon George H. Mitchell's medical treatment. His name is John T. Hunter, and he is now attached to the Nineteenth regiment Pennsylvania volunteers.-Philadelphia Inquirer, March 16.

ANOTHER "CROSS IN THE SKY."-A well-defined cross was seen in the sky a few nights since. A correspondent of the Wilmington (N. C.) Journal, writing from Kingston, N. C., gives the following description of the phenomena:

The moon rose cloudless. At a little before seven

o'clock, two bright spots, some twelve degrees, (quarter in extent ?) were visible, one north and the other the heavens, the moon joining the four arms of the south, and immediately thereafter a cross was seen in

cross.

went out, but the cross and the spot to the south reAbout half-past eight o'clock the northern light mained until past ten, when I retired. Can any one tell when the cross has appeared before since the days of Constantine, when the letters of I. H. S. accompanied the sign?—The Jackson (Miss.) Crisis, Feb. 23.

LIEUTENANT PIKE, son of the editor of the Augusta (Me.) Age, lost a leg in the battle of Williamsburgh. He, however, remained in the field, and led his battery on horseback, carrying his crutches with him.

THE Chattanooga Rebel mentions the fact that the wife of General John C. Breckinridge has had prepared a magnificent stand of colors, constructed from the silk of the wedding-dress worn by herself upon the day of her marriage, to be presented through her husband to the most gallant and brave regiment of his division. The Rebel understands that this appropriate and valued present has been bestowed upon the Twentieth Tennessee regiment, commanded by Col. Tom Smith, and well known as the famous "Battle regiment," that did such gallant service in the disastrous battle of Fishing Creek.-Jackson Crisis, Feb. 25.

ANECDOTE OF GENERAL GRANT.-The following is told by an officer of General Grant's staff:

The hero and veteran, who was citizen, captain,

nine months, though a rigid disciplinarian, and a perfect Ironsides in the discharge of his official duties, could enjoy a good joke, and is always ready to perpetrate one when an opportunity presents. Indeed, among his acquaintances, he is as much renowned for his eccentric humor as he is for his skill and bravery as a commander.

LAPORTE, PA., Feb. 4.-There may be but few persons outside of the army who are prone to credit the reports of atrocities which are perpetrated by the re-colonel, brigadier and major-general within a space of bels upon the unsuspecting and innocent; but nevertheless there is much perpetrated that is almost too shocking to be brought before the public at home, of cruelties committed abroad by the rebel soldiery. The last and most demoniacal thing brought to our notice is a small instrument invented by them to cripple the horses of our cavalry. It is constructed of four pieces of rod-iron hardened, less than a quarter of an inch in When Grant was a brigadier in South-east Missouri, thickness, and about two inches long. Four of the he commanded an expedition against the rebels under ends are made to centre together, and they project Jeff. Thompson, in North-east Arkansas. The disfrom the middle in the form of arms. To the ex-tance from the starting-point of the expedition to the

cheers of the entire army. The escort concurred in stating that he devoured the whole of the pie, and seemed to relish it.

SONGS OF THE REBELS.

THE SOUTHERN CROSS.

Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled
In all thy breadth and length!
Float out unfurled, and show the world
A new-born nation's strength.
Thou dost not wave all bright and brave
In holiday attire;

supposed rendezvous of the rebels was about one hun- Grant's orders were law, and no soldier ever atdred and ten miles, and the greater portion of the tempted to evade them. At seven o'clock the Lieutenroute lay through a howling wilderness. The imaginant filed out of camp with his hundred men, amid the ary suffering that our soldiers endured during the first two days of their march was enormous. It was impossible to steal or "confiscate" uncultivated real estate, and not a hog, or a chicken, or an ear of corn was anywhere to be seen. On the third day, however, affairs looked more hopeful, for a few small specks of ground, in a state of partial cultivation, were here and there visible. On that day, Lieutenant Wickfield, of an Indiana cavalry regiment, commanded the advanceguard, consisting of eight mounted men. About noon he came up to a small farm-house, from the outward appearance of which he judged that there might be something fit to eat inside. He halted his company, dismounted, and with two second lieutenants entered the dwelling. He knew that Grant's incipient fame had already gone out through all that country, and it occurred to him that by representing himself to be the General he might obtain the best the house afforded. So, assuming a very imperative demeanor, he accosted the inmates of the house, and told them he must have something for himself and staff to eat. They desired to know who he was, and he told them that he was Brigadier-General Grant. At the sound of that name they flew around with alarming alacrity, and served up about all they had in the house, taking great pains all the while to make loud professions of loyalty. The lieutenants ate as much as they could of the not over sumptuous meal, but which was, nevertheless, good for that country, and demanded what was to pay. "Nothing." And they went on their way rejoicing.

In the mean time General Grant, who had halted his army a few miles further back for a brief resting spell, came in sight of, and was rather favorably impressed with, the appearance of this same house. Riding up to the fence in front of the door, he desired to know if they would cook him a meal.

"No," said a female, in a gruff voice; "General Grant and his staff have just been here and eaten every thing in the house except one pumpkin pie." "Humph," murmured Grant; "what is your name?"

"Selvidge," replied the woman.

Casting a half-dollar in at the door, he asked if she would keep that pie till he sent an officer for it, to which she replied that she would.

That evening, after the camping-ground had been selected, the various regiments were notified that there would be a grand parade at half-past six, for orders. Officers would see that their men all turned out, etc.

In five minutes the camp was in a perfect uproar, and filled with all sorts of rumors; some thought the enemy were upon them, it being so unusual to have parades when on a march.

At half-past six the parade was formed, ten columns deep, and nearly a quarter of a mile in length.

After the usual routine of ceremonies the Acting
Assistant Adjutant-General read the following order:

HEADQUARTERS, ARMY IN THE FIELD.
SPECIAL ORDER, No.

Lieutenant Wickfield, of the Indiana cavalry, having on this day eaten every thing in Mrs. Selvidge's house, at the crossing of the Ironton and Pocahontas and Black River and Cape Girardeau roads, except one pumpkin pie, Lieutenant Wickfield is hereby ordered to return with an escort of one hundred cavalry and eat that pie also. U. S. GRANT, Brigadier-General Commanding.

'Mid cannon chimes a thousand times
Baptized in blood and fire.

No silken toy to flaunt in joy,

When careless shouts are heard:
Where thou art borne all scathed and torn,

A nation's heart is stirred.
Where half-clad groups of toil-worn troops
Are marching to the wars,

What grateful tears and heartfelt cheers
Salute thy cross of stars!

Thou ne'er hast seen the pomp and sheen,
The pageant of a court;

Or masquerade of war's parade,

When fields are fought in sport:
But thou know'st well the battle yell
From which thy foemen reel,
When down the steeps resistless leaps
A sea of Southern steel.

Thou know'st the storm of balls that swarm
In dense and hurtling flight,
When thy crossed bars, a blaze of stars,
Plunge headlong through the fight:
Where thou'rt unfurled are thickest hurled
The thunderbolts of war;

And thou art met with loudest threat
Of cannon from afar.

For thee is told the merchant's gold:
The planter's harvests fall:
Thine is the gain of hand and brain,

And the heart's wealth of all.
For thee each heart has borne to part
With what it holds most dear;
Through all the land no woman's hand
Has staid one volunteer.

Though from thy birth outlawed on earth,
By older nations spurned,

Their full-grown fame may dread the name
Thy infancy has earned.

For thou dost flood the land with blood,

And sweep the seas with fire;
And all the earth applauds the worth
Of deeds thou dost inspire!

Thy stainless field shall empire wield,
Supreme from sea to sea,

And proudly shine the honored sign
Of peoples yet to be.

When thou shalt grace the hard-won place
The nations grudge thee now,
No land shall show to friend or foe
A nobler flag than thou.

These verses were written by a deaf and dumb girl of Savan- I felt the life-blood at my heart was turning sick and nah, Georgia, on the occasion of a fast-day.

Yet watchful eyes were round .us, they saw thy prof fered hand,

And heard thy words of greeting-open, courteous, bland;

I met thy clasp as calmly as the rock the wavelet's
spray,

Then to more welcome guests as calmly turned away.
S. A. D.
-Southern Literary Messenger.

THE DRUMMER-BOY OF THE RAPPAHANNOCK.-Recent ly, a bright boy, with dark eyes and ruddy checks, came to my desk and gave me a brief history of his adventures at the battle of Fredericksburgh. He was neatly dressed in a military suit of gray cloth, and carried in his hands a pair of drumsticks his drum was destroyed by the fragment of a shell immediately after his landing on the river-bank, in that hurricane of sulphury fire and iron hail on the twelfth of December, 1862.

The reader will distinctly remember that for several days a curtain of thick fog rose up from the waters of the Rappahannock, completely hiding from view the artillery that crowned the opposite hills, and the infantry that crowded the sheltering ravines: but the preparation for the great fight, so hopefully commenced, was continued amid the thunder of cannon and the volcanic eruptions of exploding batteries.

The hazardous work of laying the pontoon-bridges was frequently interrupted by the murderous fire of rebel sharp-shooters, concealed in the stores and dwelling-houses on the bank of the river. To dislodge these men, and drive them out of their hiding-places, seemed an impossible task. At a given signal, our batteries opened with a terrific fire upon the city, crashing through the walls of houses and public buildings, not sparing even the churches in which treason had been taught as paramount to Christianity. In this storm of shot and shell, which ploughed the streets and set the buildings on fire, the sharp-shooters survived, like salamanders in the flames, and continued to pour a deadly fire upon our engineers and bridge

builders.

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Burnside said to him, in the presence of the army: "Boy, I glory in your spunk; if you keep on this way a few more years, you will be in my place."

Robert is a native of New-York, but moved with his parents to Michigan when he was an infant. His father died ten or twelve years ago, leaving his mother in destitute circumstances, and with a family of four children to support and educate. About fifteen months ago, "our drummer-boy went from Jackson (Michigan) to Detroit, with Captain C. V. Deland, in the capacity of waiter in the Ninth Michigan. With that regiment he went to Louisville, West-Point, Ky., and at the last-named place he was Elizabethtown, Ky. appointed drummer-boy. Since that time he has been in six battles, as follows: Lebanon, Murfreesboro, Chattanooga, Shelbyville, McMinnsville, and Fredericksburgh. At the battle of Murfreesboro, where the Union forces were taken by surprise before daylight in the morning, after beating the long-roll, and pulling the fifer out of bed to assist him, he threw aside his drum, and seizing a gun, fired sixteen rounds at the enemy from the window of the court-house in which his regiment was quartered, but our men were compelled to surrender, and they were all taken prisoners, but were immediately paroled, and afterward sent to Camp Chase, Ohio.

Soon as the news came from the Rappahannock that Robert had lost his drum in that terrible tempest of fire and iron, The New-York Tribune Association promised to make good his loss and give him a new GEORGE W. BUNGAY.

drum.

A FRIENDLY INTERVIEW BETWEEN PICKETS.-A correspondent writing from the Ninth army corps, opposite Fredericksburgh, Va., narrates the following, which occurred on Christmas-day, 1862, while the writer was out on picket with his company:

"After partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: 'I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded to test the truth of In this dilemma it became evident that the bridges it by paddling himself across the river. He was decould not be laid except by a bold dash. Volunteers cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. were called for to cross in small boats; forthwith, hun- In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the dreds stepped forward and offered their services. One Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: 'I met hundred men were chosen, and at once started for the quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain.' boats. Robert Henry Hendershot, the hero of our Yes, I suppose so, if you were there,' said the rebel, sketch, was then a member of the Eighth Michigan while his face grew very sad. We left very many of acting as a drummer. Seeing a part of the Michigan our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed Seventh preparing to cross the river, he ran ahead, there. It was a very hot place for a while, and we and leaped into the boat. One of the officers ordered had to leave it in a hurry.' That's so, Georgia, your him out, saying he would be shot. The boy replied fellows fought well there, and had all the advantage, that he didn't care, he was willing to die for his coun- but the old Keystone boys were pressing you hard. try. When he (the boy) found that the captain would By the way, I have a likeness here (taking it out of not permit him to remain in the boat, he begged the his pocket) that picked up on the battle-field the privilege of pushing the boat off, and the request was next morning, and I have carried it ever since.' He granted. Whereupon, instead of remaining on shore, handed it to the rebel, who, on looking at it, pressed he clung to the stern of the boat, and, submerged to it to his lips, exclaiming: "My mother! my mother!' the waist in water, he crossed the Rappahannock. He exhibited considerable emotion at the recovery Soon as he landed, a fragment of a shell struck his of the picture; but on regaining his composure, old drum and knocked it to pieces. Picking up a he said that his brother had it in his possession, musket, he went in search of rebel relics, and obtained and must have lost it in the fight. He then asked a secesh flag, a clock, a knife, and a bone ring. On the name of the one to whom he was indebted for opening a back-door in one of the rebel houses, he the lost likeness of his mother, remarking: 'There found a rebel wounded in the hand, and ordered him may be better times soon, and we may know each to surrender. He did so, and was taken by the boy- other better.' He had taken from his pocket a small soldier to the Seventh Michigan. When the drummer-pocket-Bible, in which to write the address, when boy recrossed the river from Fredericksburgh, General | Alex. who had taken no part in the conversa

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tion, fairly yelled: 'I know that book! I lost it at Bull Bun! That's where I got it, Mr. Yank,' said the rebel, and he handed it to Alex. 'I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion, for I wouldn't part with it for all the Southern Confederacy.' I was a little curious to know something further of the book, so I asked Alex. to let me see it. He passed it to me. opened it, and on the fly-leaf saw written in a neat hand: My Christmas-gift, to Alex. December 25th, 1860. Ella.' 'Well, Alex.,' said I, 'it's not often one has the same gift presented to him a second time.' True, Captain; and if I could but see the giver of that to-day, there's but one other gift I would want.' What's that, Alex.? This rebellion played out, and my discharge in my pocket.'

"The boys had all been busily talking to our rebel friend, who, seeing a horseman approaching in the direction of his post, bid us a hasty good-by, and made as quick a trip as possible across the Rappahannock. Night came on, and those not on duty lay down on the frozen ground, to dream of other Christmas nights, when we knew not war."

"We

ANECDOTE OF GEN. BUTLER.-The following story is told of Gen. Butler: "I will not go back to NewOrleans," says the General, “unless I can have more troops. Why can't you give me more?" haven't them to give," replied Mr. Lincoln. "Then why don't you raise more-put the draft upon NewYork raise that forty thousand who should have been raised in that State last fall?" "Mr. Seymour says it will not do to draft in New-York," answers Mr. Lincoln. "Then I would draft Seymour !" asserts Butler.

THE REV. MR. BELLOWS TO MR. SEWARD.
UNITED STATES SANITARY COMMISSION,
NEW-YORK AGENCY, No. 823 Broadway,
New-York, March 13, 1863.

Hon. Wm. H. Seward, Secretary of State:
of March eleventh, with an inclosure of your check
SIR: I have the honor to acknowledge your letter
for three thousand six hundred and fifty eight dollars
and eighty-four cents.
the Treasurer of the Sanitary Commission, G. T.
I have passed the money to
Strong, who will send you a formal receipt.

In thanking, through you, our countrymen in Chili for their generous thoughtfulness for our and their greatest battle of humanity, it may be for their satissoldiers who may fall sick or be wounded in this faction to know that, contrary to all ordinary cases, devotion to our Government, Union, and cause has been proportioned to the distance of the unselfish position of our countrymen

Southern CreduliTY.-The Mobile Advertiser and Register learns that a good many negroes in the region above Okalona, Miss., have found their way back to their masters, completely disgusted with Yankee freedom and its attendant hardships. With the propensity to embellishment for which the African race are so - those farthest from the noted, they tell dolorous stories of the treatment they beneficence. The Pacific coast has given three times seat of war being nearest in their sympathy and have experienced and that which they discovered was in store for them. One of them asserts that it is the Atlantic coast; and its most distant region-Washas much to the National Sanitary Commission as the custom of the Yankees to dispose of the surplus ne-ington Territory-more in proportion to its inhabit. gro women and children by blindfolding them and driving them into the river.

THE PROPOSITIONS FOR AN ARMISTICE.

ants than any other.

Our countrymen in Vancouver's Island, Honolulu, and the Sandwich Islands, in England, France, Germany, and India, have shown that no seas, however wide, could shut their ears to the groans of their suffering patriots in the field.

Our countrymen in Chili may have the satisfaction of knowing that their contribution mingles in our treasury with the contributions of loving countrymen, from wherever an American has carried his country's enterprise, or followed her flag; and that from the resources thus accumulated succor and consolation will flow impartially to the national soldier, whether in Louisiana or North-Carolina, Virginia or Kentucky, Mississippi or Maryland. If he be anywhere under our flag, there the National Sanitary Commission will follow and find him.

TO THE EDITORS OF THE EVENING POST: At a meeting held at Stamford, Ct., on Tuesday evening last, I said "that propositions for an armistice or peace had been submitted to the President on the twelfth December last, which, had they been accepted, would have terminated this war by the first of April, upon a basis satisfactory to the people North and South." In referring to this statement, you ask: "Who made these propositions for an armistice or peace,' the adoption of which Mr. Wood pretends to believe 'would have settled the matter' by All-Fools' day? Were they made by Davis and his fellow-rebels? If so, how does Mr. Wood know any thing about them? Has he been in secret correspondence with the enemy? Or were they made by some of the anti-war men here? If so, who authorized them? And what are the terms of the propositions from which Mr. Wood hopes so much? If they are honorable to the nation; if they are such as patriotic Americans ought to favor, why not make them public at once?" To which I say in reply, that the statement referred to was made by me delib-dated January thirty-first, 1863, drawn by Messrs. Al

I have the honor to be, gratefully, your obedient
servant,
HENRY W. BELLOWS,
President.

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MR. NELSON TO MR. SEWARD.
LEGATION OF THE UNITED STATES,
SANTIAGO DE CUBA, Feb. 1, 1863.
Hon. Wm. H. Seward, Secretary of State, Washington:
SIR: I have the honor to inclose a bill of exchange,