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Up through the smoke and the curving shot,

And the strife,
Ring the bugle-notes sounding a charge;
And the spurs strike deep,
And away wc plunge,

With a deaf'ning shout,
And our swords are out,
For the ghastly lunge

At the foeman's life.

Still are the guns, for a space, as though

Without breath;
And our men go gallantly down,
With unbroken ranks,
And a shout for the "Stars."
There's a swift, bright flash
From the guns, and a crash,
And the red earth jars

'Neath the thunder of death.

And many a brave boy fell when that fire

Burst out.
Yet we hurled the foe heavily back,
In the fierce, wild fight,
And the victory was won;
But the dead lay white,
In the ghastly light,
As the sinking sun

Looked in on the rout.

This one came from the fight with a ball

In his side;
And he sleeps so peacefully now
That we'll leave him to rest,
By our camp on the hill.
Yet never will come,
To the loved ones at home,
Who watch for him still,

The Soldier who died.


A Soldier slept, as the morning uprolled

O'er the white tents pitched on the pleasant plain. The bayonets' gleam was the gleam of gold, Where the sunlight poured on the height and the wold, And the fields of yellow grain.

Then the soldier arose, when his rest was done,

And he merrily sang in his joyous glee; He sharpened his sword and he brightened his gun, And he smiled, as he thought of the laurels won, That yet on his brow would be.

The couriers rode when the noontide came,

And told of grim lines advancing fast,
So the camp was filled with a wild acclaim,
And the soldier's heart was kindled with Same

As the hurrying squadron passed.

But the glen full soon was the place of blood,

With the hiding of shot and the clang of steel And men lay dabbled and stained in the wood, Though the soldier's comrades in valor stood'

Till they made the foemen reel.

When the night came down the corses were strewn,

And the soil dews fell on the face of the dead;
But the soldier's song had changed to a moan,
As, faint and pale, where the sad moon shone,
He lay with his bleediug head.

'Tis morning again on the tents and the spears,

But the soldier's voice is for ever still; There's a form that's missed from the cavaliers, There's a sweet face blurred with bitter tears— There's a nameless grave on the hill. Cjju Chase, Ohio, October, 1864.


In Norfolk there is a society called "Perfectionists," and in their behalf some ten or twelve of this number addressed a letter to the Commanding General of that department, setting forth their objections to swearing allegiance to any earthly government. The subject was disposed of by General Butler in the following characteristic manner:

"Headquarters or Eightkestr Army Corps, J Fort Mosror, Va., January 13,1864. )

"J. F. Doner, E. H. Beaaeley, and other*:

"Gentlemen: I have read your petition to General Barnes, setting forth your objections to swearing allegiance to any earthly government.

"The first reason which you set forth is that'all human governments are a necessary evil, and are continued in existence only by the permission of Jehovah until the time arrives for the establishment of his kingdom, and in the establishment of which all others will be subdued unto it, thus fulfilling that declaration in the eighth of Daniel, fourteenth verse,' etc.

"You therein establish to your own satisfaction three points:

"First The government, although an evil, is a necessary one. Second. That for a time it is permitted to exist by the wisdom of Jehovah. Third. That the time at which a period is to be put to its existence is not come.

"Therefore you ought to swear allegiance to the government of the United States:

"First. Because, though an evil, you admit it to be necessary. Second. Although an evil, you admit that it is permitted by the wisdom of Jehovah, and that it is not for his creatures to question the wisdom of his acts. Third. You only claim to be excused when Jehovah's government is substituted, which period, you admit, has not yet arrived. Your obedient servant, "benj. F. Butler."


The Richmond Whig of the twenty-ninth of January, published the following " Letter from Three Good Little Boys," in which, under cover of a facetious style, the desperation of the rebel army was disclosed, and the " government" condemned for its inefficiency and retention of incompetent agents:

"out W The Field, ) January 26, 1864. f

"Dear Pa: We take our Pen in Hand to write You a letter. We have Got something to say to You. It is Bad News, and we are sorry to say it. But it is the Fact. And we Hope You won't get Very Madd with us for telling it, for It is the Real Truth, and we don't mean to Hert your Feelings by telling it. Because, if we could help telling It, we wouldn't Tell It. Dear Pa, the truth is this. Us Boys that You sent into the Field to Fight the Yankees are getting Mighty Hungry, and the Reason of it All is that we don't get Enough to Eat.

"Now You Know that Boys that don't get a Plenty to Eat can't Fight. They can Fight some. But they can't Fight Good. Because It takes Strength to Fight, and No Man is Strong that Don't get Enough to Eat. We All are willing not to Eat as Much as You All at Home, and we All Don't never get as Good Vittles as You All do, but we Enjoy what we do Get more than You All do, just Because we are so Plegtaked Hungry All the Time, but wc have Got to Fight, and Fiting is Hard Work, and them that have to Fite are obliged to Eat. If they don't they Can't Fite Hard.

"We know that You Love us as Much as any Pa ever loved any Boys. And we know it Herts You to Hear that we are Suffering. We would knot say Anything about it, but we have kept it Back until we Can't keep it Back any longer. If we Did, we would soon get so Poor and Lean that the Yankees would Run Over us like a Big Fat Horse running over Timmid little Gearls, and Dog on 'em they Shan't Do it if we can help it, which we can if you will give us Enough to Eat. Because if the Yankees run Over us, what will Be come of You and the Balance of the Fokes at Hoam? This is a Important Question, don't You think so, Pa?

"Dear Pa, Please don't get Fretted with us for telling you the Reason we don't get Enough to Eat. You have got a Great Deal more Wisdom than wc all Have, but then You have not Got a Bad Pane in Your stummack because it is Empty, and Consequently Your Mind ain't turned to the Subject All the time like Ours is. You have got so Many things to attend to that You can't be Expected to Think on this Subject as Often as we do, this is the Reason we make Bold to tell you something which perhaps you Don't Know, and we Beg you to pardon and Forgive us for Writing you a letter about it. Indeed, indeed we don't mean any Harm by it, or to Go out of our Place by Doing it.

"Dear Pa, the Cause why we dou't get Enough to Eat is that old man, Mr. Northup. They say He Ain't Got Good sense. We don't say it, but Everybody says it. You told him to Feed us Well, and we Ain't Well Fed, that is certain. He is to blame for it. Now if you was to get Another Man and tell him to Feed us Well, may be He would Do it. If he did not Do it, then nobody can Blame You for keeping a Man in office that has not Got Good sense. We feel sorry for that Old Man, and wish he had his Right Mind and Enough sense to dothe Bisness you told him to do. Hut we cant wait any longer, the Pane in our Stummack is so Bad and we are getting so Weak in our Joynts.

"Wc know that the Fellows in old Mr. Northup's office says the People is to Blame. But that is the way all fellows do that Neglect their Bisness. They try to throw the Blame on somebody Else, Because if they did not throw the Blame on somebody Else, they would have to be Punished for their Faults and at the same time to confess that their Punishment was Just. But this Goes Against the Grain, especially of the Fellows that Does Wrong. Either old Mr. Northup and his fellows aint got the sense to Manage their bisness or else they have neglected it. Any way, they Ought to Quit and Make room for a New Sett. If they dont, us Boys will Starve, the Yankees will whip us, and then You all Hoam Fokes will Ketch the Verry Devil.

"Hoping, dearest Pa, that you will Atend to this Right Away, we sign our names, with all love and Dutv. Your affectionate sons,

"To "Bob Lee

"Mr Deff Javis Esq "Gus Bowrygard

"Richmond, "Joe Jonsing.


"ScrcotK."—While artillery thunders all along the front, and the line closes hard up against the enemy, while the minutes are hours, for fatal musketry may break out at any moment and open the battle of Richmond, to kill the time and relieve the terrible suspense that wears on a man more than work or danger, permit me to write a general, gossipy letter, on all sorts of topics—a letter that shall waive the "situation," and deal with things other than " the latest from the front." A Sixth corps staff-officer dismounted near me a moment ago. I inquired where he had been riding. He informed me that he had been sent out on a general "scyugle;" that he had "scyugled" along the front, where the Johnnies "scyugled" a bullet through his clothes; that on his return he "scyugled" an ice-house; that he should "scyugle" his servant, who, by the way, had just "scyugled" three fat chickens for a supply of ice; that after he had "scyugled " his dinner he proposed to "scyugle" a nap—and closed by asking me how I "scyugled." The word originated at these headquarters, and is supposed to be derived from two Greek words. Army libraries do not contain "Liddrll and Scott," or I should endeavor to ascertain what the two words are. The word "scyugle," it will be perceived, has any meaning any one chooses to attach to it; has not only a variety, but a contrariety of meanings. It is synonymous with "gobble" and with "skedaddle;" it is used for any other word and for want of any other word. To fully define it would require the thirty-nine volumes the German tavant gave to a discussion of Greek particles.

"Scyugle" is respectfully commended to persons curious and learned in orthoepy. The general public is, at the same time, informed with a smack of Delphic oracularity which it is hoped will be appreciated, that newspaper correspondents with the army being " scyuglers," " scyugle" !—Cor. Neie-York Tribwie.

"yankki" Atrocities In North-alabama.—A colonel, and for the last campaign a brigade commander, furnishes the following facts, which stamp with eternal infamy the atrocious conduct of the enemy in North-Alabama. About twenty-five Yankees, headed by one Ben Harris, a Tory from Madison County, crossed the Tennessee River into Beech Island, and captured Benjamin Raden—an old man—his son, his nephew James Raden, and his son, and another man whose name is forgotten—all private citizens— and shot them, killing four, and threw them into the river, three of whose bodies were afterward found. The fifth caught hold of some bushes, when Harris ordered them to cut his head off with their sabres, which they attempted, but could not reach him; he then ordered them to knock his brains out with a fence-rail; and failing in this, they fired two guns, and he dropped his head in the water as if dead, and the fiends, supposing him dead, departed. The same crowd went to the house of Madison Ritchie, the conscripting officer, and took him out of his bed and drove him in front of them some two or three miles to Paint Rach River, and made him wade in about midway, and shot him, putting seven balls through bis body. These were all unoffending citizens. Benjamin Raden was an old man, sixty-three years old. They hung an overseer—who had formerly taken the oath to Lincoln—his sole offence consisting in assisting his employer to get his stock across the river. They pat a notice on the tree, that it would be death for any one

to take his body down. They went to P. Rallies, formerly a captain in Colonel Hale's regiment, who had resigned in consequence of ill-health, and robbed him of several thousand dollars, giving him ten minutes to cross the Tennessee River, and threatening to hang him, and leave him hanging till the buzzards should pick his eyes out, if he ever returned. They have issued an order for all to take the oath or leave their lines. Such are a few of the many atrocities these Yankee fiends—the representatives of "the best government the world ever saw"—are inflicting on the people of North-Alabama.—Richmond Whig, January 'll.

General Grant A "little" Incident. — The Nashville correspondent of the Chicago Journal relates the following:

Speaking of Grant's campaign, I wish here to put on record a little incident, which I have never yet seen in print, and which was communicated to me by an officer some time since, and which might have been contraband once, but is not now, 6ince the plans of the Eastern campaign have been developed.

While General Grant was in front of Vicksburgh, he was conversing with several officers on the subject of the capture of Richmond. "Can it be taken, General 1" asked one of these. "With ease," was the response. "By the Peninsula f " continued the querist. "No," replied the General. "If I had charge of the matter, I would want two large armies; one to move directly on Lee, and the other to land at City Point, and cut communications to the southward. Lee would be then compelled to fall back, and the army from the North could press, and, if possible, defeat him.

"If he would open up communications again with the Cotton States, he must fight the army south of the James; and to do this, he must cross his whole force, otherwise he could be defeated in detail. If he did so cross, the Northern army could take Richmond; if he did not, that from the South could move up the heights south of the James, and shell and destroy the city."

I communicated this fact to two confidential friends the day Grant was first called to Washington, and now for the first time make it public. At the time the remarks were made, the General had no thought of being called to the position he now occupies.

Rebel Terms Of Peace.—Save on our terms, we can accept no peace whatever, and must fight till doomsday rather than yield an iota of them; and our terms are:

Recognitiou by the enemy of the independence of the confederate States.

Withdrawal of the Yankee forces from every foot of confederate ground, including Kentucky and Missouri.

Withdrawal of the Yankee soldiers from Maryland, until that State shall decide, by a free vote, whether she shall remain in the old Union or ask admission into the Confederacy.

Consent on the part of the Federal Government to give up to the Confederacy its proportion of the navy as it stood at the time of secession, or to pay for the game.

Yielding up of all pretensions on the part of the Federal Government to that portion of the old territories which lies west of the confederate States.

An equitable settlement, on the basis of our absolute independence and equal rights, of all accounts of the public debt and public lands, and the advantages accruing from foreign treaties.

These provisions, we apprehend, comprise the minimum of what we must require before we lay down our arms; that is to say, the North must yield all—we nothing.—Richmond Examiner.

Secret Address To Rebel Soldiers.—The following address was procured from some rebel soldiers in Calhoun County, Alabama, a few days past. I was on secret service for the Government, and was therefore in disguise, and the rebels gave me the address, supposing me to be a rebel soldier. There is no mistake as to its genuineness, and I know that it has circulated to a considerable extent among the dissatisfied rebel soldiers. The following is the address:

"Fellow-soldiers Of The Army Of Tennessee! Three years ago we were called upon to volunteer in the confederate army for a term of three years; and we all nobly responded to the call, with the express understanding that we were to be discharged as soon as our term of service expired. Indeed, we were faithfully assured by all of our officials that such a course would be pursued. The Secretary of War proclaimed that those who volunteered for three years or during the war would have to be discharged from the army at the end of three years. But to our utter surprise, we are now told that wo must be Conscripted and Forced to enter the army for another term of three years I Our feelings are not to be consulted—We Must


"Was such a thing ever heard of before? Do the annals of war furnish a single instance of volunteer soldiers being forced to continue in the service after the expiration of their term of service? Surely not. If wc search^ the history of the world from the days of Adam down to the present, we will find that in every instance a volunteer soldier was discharged as soon as his term of service expired, unless he, of his own accord, reenlisted as a volunteer. And are we Americans, once the boast and pride of the world, Are We to be treated worse than the heathens of the dark ages of the world treated their soldiers? Are wc to be made the worst slaves ever known to the world? And are ice to become the laughing-stock of the world?

"Fellow-soldiers I Is it not clear to every rational mind that our pompous and merciless rulers are daily stealing away our rights and liberties, and reducing us to the most abject slavery ever known to the world? And shall we cowardly submit to this palpable infringement upon our most sacred rights? We were told that we must come out to fight for our rights; yet our inhuman leaders are gradually robbing us of every right inherited by nature or transmitted to us by our predecessors 1

"The Federals did not hesitate to discharge all their nine months' troops whose term of service expired last summer—they were promptly discharged, and their places filled up by new levies; and shall we suffer ourselves to be treated worse than our enemies are treated? No, brave comrades; let us assert oar rights, and unflinchingly maintain them I Let us show our beastly rulers that they cannot thus enslave us because we are private soldiers. They have already cunningly led us to the very t/ireshold of destruction; they have practised one deception after another upon us; they have told us liesHorrible Lies—to induce us to become their Abject Slates!

"Among the innumerable lies promulgated by these unmitigated scamp*, we call your attention to the following: They told us that the war would not last three months; that foreign nations would recognize us as an independent people and help us fight; that the Yankees could not fight; that one of us could whip ten Yankees; that Chattanooga could never be taken; that Vicksburgh could never betaken; that the Peace party of the North would force Lincoln To Make Peace with the South; That We Soldiers Should Be Discharged As Soon As Our Tike Expired; and that we would not be heavily taxed.

"These are but a few of the many hypocritical lies proclaimed by those conspirators who have precipitated us into irretrievable revolution. Shall we submit to be beguiled by these Unpardonable Usurpers, and permit our families to Starve To Death, through want of our labor at home? Are we not aware that if our absence from our families be protracted another term of three years, many of them will suffer wretchedly for the necessaries of life, if they do not starve entirely to death? And are we not bound by the Most Sacred Laws known to man to provide for our families i

"And should we permit a set of usurping profligates to prevent us from complying with this Divine Law? By the late laws of Congress, our families are to be taxed to an almost unlimited extent; and if we submit to become conscripts, the last ray of hope will have to be expelled from our hearts, for we can hope for nothing but An Untimely State Ok Abject Slavery,


wait longer our Doom Will Be Tor Ever Sealed! We who write this address are determined to demand our rights, and,-if necessary, we will Demand Them At The Point or The Bayonet! We are not enemies to the South, but we arc lovers of our rights, liberties, and families, and if we must lose our sacred right*, and permit our families to starve in order to sustain our wicked leader* in their deceptive course, we prefer to return to our Allegiance To The Old Government, Accept Of Lincoln's Pardon, and let the leaders and their Confederacy go to Hell Together! This may be hard language for men who have Fought in many a hard battle to use; but silent endurance ceases to be a Virtue, and confident are we that the Government of the United States can treat us no worse than we are being treated by our heartless officials in the field as well a* in Iiiclimond.

"But we are told that if we let the authorities ConScript us, the war will soon close, favorably to our side. Can any rational man credit such a perfidious lie f Does not this conscripting business plainly say to the world we are fast playing out f that our weakness is rapidly manifesting itself even to our own deluded minds t Fellow-soldiers, we have been too often deceived by these wily liars to place the slightest confidence in any thing they tell us! They are but Invented Lies to enable them to tie the cord of DesPotism tighter around our wrists I Every intelligent soldier among us knows that we are already whipped, and why not acknowledge it at once?

"Why not show our leaders that we know we are whipped as well as they do? President Davis virtually Acknowledges This Fact ; so does the Secretary Of War, and the Secretary Of The Treasury. What use is there for us to contend against A Dead Currency

and an Empty Commissary in the face of the best array ever marshaled for combat? Think of these things, fellow-soldiers, and decide what shall be your course. We Have Made Up Our Hinds To Go Home As Soon As Our Time Is Out. Many Soldiers."

The italics and capitals are the author's; the punctuation is mine. I have the original in ray possession. —Cincinnati Commercial. D. S. SCOCT.

The Penalty Of Disloyalty.

Headquarters Norfolk Avd Portsmouth, 1 Norfolk, Va., Feb. 25, IS«. f Spicial Ordirs, No. 44.—[Extract]

IV. It having been reported to the General commanding that S. H. Wingfield, of Portsmouth, is an avowed secessionist, and that he takes every opportunity to disseminate his traitorous dogmas, much to the annoyance of his loyal neighbors, and that on one occasion, at a place of worship, while prayer for the President of the United States was being read, his conduct was such as to annoy and disgust the loyal portion of the congregation; and believing that a wholesome example is necessary for the benefit of Mr. Wingfield in particular, and the class in this community he represents in general—men of education and ability, who use the talents God has given them, for the purpose of stirring up strife against the Government of the United States; it is therefore ordered that the Provost-Marshal arrest Mr. S. H. Wingfield, and that he be turned over to Colonel Sawtelle to work for three (8) months cleaning the streets of Norfolk and Portsmouth, thus employing his time for the benefit of that Government he has abused, and in a small way atone for his disloyalty and treason.

By command of Brigadier-General E. A. Wild.

George U. Johnston, Captain and A. A. G.

Gallant Exploit Of Seventy Iioosikrs.—We have advices from North-Mississippi and West-Tennessee of a late date; but as the greater portion of our information relates to movements, we are obliged to withhold it from the public; but we can assure our readers that every thing relative to the Sherman expedition and the cooperating force is progressing better than the authorities expected.

One instance of Hoosier gallantry we are permitted to record. A company of seventy men, belonging to the Seventh Indiana regiment, entered the town of Bolivar, Tennessee, and supposing it was occupied by our forces, took no precaution to throw out scouts, as is usual on such occasions, but moved along leisurely, and in some disorder, until they suddenly found themselves confronted by two regiments of Mississippians. "Who are you?" demanded the Hoosier captain. "Mississippians," wa9 the response.

Here was an excellent opportunity — Indianians against Mississippians—to obtain revenge for the slanders uttered by Jen* Davis, years since; and at once the gallant seventy raised a shout of defiance, and charged upon the chivalry, routing and scattering them in less than an hour, with a loss of twenty or thirty killed, wounded, and prisoners. Our loss was one killed and three wounded. This is one of the most gallant affairs on record; and we only regret we are unable to give the names of any of the heroes—not even the commanding officer.—Kathville Union, February 13.


Pulaski, March 5, 1S64. la these troublous times in Tennessee, there are here and there daring and reckless guerrilla chiefs, who are, for a time, the dread of peaceful citizens and a constant trouble to Union troops. One of these. Colonel Dune. Cooper, who operated a long while west of Columbia, was recently captured, to the great joy of Colonel Mizner, commanding at Columbia, who has sent scouts and parties innumerable after him.

As the capture was reported in the Nashville papers as made by Colonel Mizner's command, I desire to do justice to a private soldier by stating who made the capture, and also give your readers an incident of the war, which will lose none of its interest by being told by another, who was a party to the story he tells so well:

"On an afternoon, a week or two ago," says my informant, who, by the way, was one of a number of recruiting officers for colored regiments, "six or eight of us were riding leisurely along a half-mile in advance of the foraging detail, on Swan Creek, twenty miles west of Columbia, when we discovered four guerrillas, riding as carelessly as we, along a by-way to our right. Our boys fired at them, but instead of returning the fire, they galloped off. My revolver had failed me—missed fire. Private Stovall, of the Fiftieth Illinois, dashed out after them. The rest held back, or their horses and mules did, I don't know which. I determined Stovall should not be alone, and let old gray do her best after him. None of the others could keep in sight of the rebels. Stovall and I had the chase to ourselves, he being some twenty yards ahead of me.

"The path the rebels took led up a rough stony creek—right in the creek half of the time. Just as Colonel Cooper's horse got into the creek, about forty yards in advance of Stovall, he fell, and threw Cooper plump into the water. The horse got up and ran away. Cooper tried to get on behind one of his men, but the saddle turned, and they both fell into the creek, when, Stovall having arrived, he presented his pistol so dangerously that they deemed 'discretion the better part of valor,' and surrendered. He disarmed them, waved his pistol over his head, gave a shout of triumph, and dashed on after the other two, who were by this time entirely out of sight.

"I staid and held the prisoners until Sergeant Craig came riding leisurely up at a trot, when I turned the prisoners over to him, and followed Stovall, who did not see where the rebel horse-tracks left the path, and so kept on. I saw the tracks, and followed them like a greyhound through the brush; and just as old gray brought me triumphantly to the top of a high hill, I caught Bight of my men—tha guerrillas. They had stopped to fix their saddles. I confess I felt rather dubious about encountering two rebels, so far away from assistance; but I knew it was best to put on a bold frout, so I spurred on as big as though I had a dozen trusty pistols, and demanded, 'as they valued their lives,' a surrender. They couldn't see it in that light, but galloped off. I followed, and finally succeeded in sending one shot somewhere in their neighborhood, when they separated. I followed the one who had two loose horses with him, determining to make the most valuable capture I could. I shot again at him at close quarters, but it only added to his speed. At last I determined to ride alongside aud knock him off his horse with the butt of iny revolver. I got

nearly close enough to do it, when, seeing my intention, he threw up his hands and cried: 'I surrender.'

'I made him catch the two horses, and we returned as quickly as possible. On my way back I met a fellow recruiting-officer, who had heard my firing and come up, and was peeping over the brow of the hill, between his mule's ears, to see what had become of me. After riding three or four miles, we joined the rest of our party.

"Of the four guerrillas we saw, Stovall captured the Colonel (Cooper) and one man—I, another man and three horses. ODe escaped. We heard of him again that evening. He had reported that we killed Cooper and captured the rest, and that he had a hole shot through his own hat. In his hand he held his pistol, still cocked, which he had forgotten to use while we were after them.

"If there is such a thing as a guerrilla, I suppose Colonel Cooper is one. I have his saddle and bridle as a trophy."

I may add that Stovall and my informant (whose pardon I humbly beg for here informing the reader he was Lieutenant Joseph K. Nelson, of the Third Alabama infantry, colored troops) turned over the prisoners to Sergeant Craig, who was in command of the foraging party, and he delivered them to Major Fitzgibbons, of Colonel Mizner's command. Hence the report that Colonel Cooper was captured by Colonel Mizner's command.

Washburne On Cox.—The following is the full text of the remarks of Mr. Washburne, in reply to Cox, in the House of Representatives:

Mr. Washburne, of Illinois. I wish to make an excuse for the author of the pamphlet from which the gentleman from Ohio has read such copious extracts. I think that author has been corrupted by my friend from Ohio. I think he must have been reading a book which the gentleman from Ohio has written, which I now hold in my hand, and which I have read with great pleasure. The gentleman from Ohio said that he had heretofore answered this book in the House, and that I had heard his speech. I always liked to hear the speech he made to-day. [Laughter.] I have listened to it several times. [Laughter.] We shall not probably have the pleasure at the next Congress of hearing my friend from Ohio rehearse this speech here, because I think, in the light of the recent elections in Ohio, and particularly in the district of the honorable gentleman, I can say to him, in the language of Watts, and in the spirit of the utmost kindness:

"You living man, come view the irround
Where you must shortly lie."

I desire to show the House what the gentleman from Ohio has written in regard to the "African," in a book entiled "A Buckeye Abroad; or, Wanderings in Europe and in the Orient. By S. S. Cox." He is describing St. Peter's, and says: "In the mean time, seraphic music from the Pope's select choir ravishes the ear, while the incense titillates the nose. Soon there arises in the chamber of theatrical glitter"— what? — "a plain unquestioned African I [laughter] and he utters the sermon in facile Latinity, with graceful manner. His dark hands gestured harmoniously with the round periods, and-his swart visage beamed with a high order of intelligence." [Laughter.] What was he? Let the gentleman from Ohio answer: "He was an Abyssinian. What a commentary was here

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