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tell no further of; but Fanny, having again entered "Every grandson I have capable of bearing arms is society in her true position, what became of her now in the army-one acting as brigadier-general in

“We now see her on the stage of a theatre at Cairo, Western Virginia ; one as colonel, commanding under serving an engagement as ballet girl. But this lasts General McPherson ; one as captain, One Hundred and but a few nights. . She turns up in Memphis, even as Fortieth Pennsylvania volunteers ; one as lieutenant, a soldier again. But she has changed her branch of in the Fourteenth Pennsylvania cavalry; and another, the service ; Fanny has now become a private in the who was disabled as a gunner in the Chicago Light Third Illinois cavalry. Only two weeks has she been Artillery, I have at home with me, and he is yet anxenlisted, when, to her surprise, while riding through ious to again join his command. the street with a fellow-soldier, she is stopped by a “At my time of life I cannot expect that many guard, and arrested for being a woman in men's more years will be given to me; yet it is my sincere clothing. She is taken to the office of the detective desire that ere I close my mortal life peace may be police, and questioned until no doubt can remain as to restored to our whole land. her identity-not proving herself, as suspected, a rebel “And now, my dear sir, in concluding this letter, spy, but a Federal soldier. An appropriate wardrobe (perhaps the last I shall ever write,) permit me to say is procured her, and her word is given that she will that my earnest prayer for you is, that you may long not again attempt a disguise. And here we leave her. be spared to enjoy the blessing of a grateful nation, Fanny is a young lady of about nineteen years ; of a when Freedom shall have enthroned herself truly over fair face, though somewhat tanned; of a rather mas- the entire land. culine voice, and a mind sprightly and somewhat edu- “Committing you to the care of our Heavenly Facated-being very easily able to pass herself off for a ther, I remain your sincere friend, boy of about seventeen or eighteen.”

“Esther STOCKTON."

ROSECRANS TO HALLECK.—The following letter ex. It may be interesting to know the state of General

plains itself: Hayes's thoughts and feelings just before entering upon

"HEADQUARTERS DEPARTMENT OF THE COM- ) that desperate conflict in the Wilderness, where he

BERLAND, MURFREESBORO, TENN., lost his life. In a letter written upon the morning on

March 6, 1563. which the march commenced, he says :

Major-General II. W. Halleck, General-in-Chief “ This morning was beautiful, for

U. S. A., Washington, D. C. :
Lightly and brightly shone the sun,

“GENERAL: Yours of the first instant, announcing As if the morn was a jocund one.'

the offer of a vacant Major-Generalship to the General " Although we were anticipating to march at eight in the field who first wins an important and decisive o'clock, it might have been an appropriate harbinger

victory, is received. of the day of the regeneration of mankind; but it only

"As an officer and a citizen, I feel degraded at such brought to remembrance, through the throats of many an auctioneering of honor. Have we a General who bugles, that duty enjoined upon each one, perhaps, would

would fight for his own personal benefit, when he before the setting sun, to lay down a life for his coun

would not for honor and his country. He will come try."

by his commission basely in that case, and deserves to be despised by men of honor. But are all the

brave and honorable generals on an equality as to Josiah VAVASSEUR & Co., of London, take credit chances ? If not, it is unjust to those who probably to themselves, of course through the columns of the deserve most.

W. S. ROSECRANS, London Times, for providing the steel shot for the

* Major-General." rebels by which the Keokuk was sunk. A statement published in England to the effect that " practical artillerists have not been using spherical steel shot” put

FORREST ON FORT PILLLOW. this house of Vavasseur & Co. upon its defence, and

MERIDIAN, Miss., May 13, 1865. as a proof that artillerists do use such implements of

Before the large chimney-place of a small cabinwar, they say they “have reason to believe that the same shot made by us (Vavasseur & Co.) were used

room, surrounded by a group of confederate officers by the confederates in the first attack of the monitors and men, the room dimly lighted by a small tallow upon Charleston, in which action the Keokuk was so

candle, I first saw Lieutenant-General N. B. Forrest, severely handled." Vavasseur & Co., like good “neu

commanding a corps of cavalry in the rebel army.

Forrest is a man of fine appearance, about six feet in tral ” Englishmen as they are, rather pride themselves on the efficient aid thus rendered to the rebels.

height, baving dark, piercing hazel eyes, carefully trimmed moustache, and chin-whiskers, dark as night, finely cut features, and iron-gray hair. His form is

lithe, plainly indicating great physical power and acPRESIDENT LINCOLN sent a letter of thanks to the tivity. He was neatly dressed in citizen's clothes of widow of the late Rev. Joseph Stookton, of Pitts Jurgh, !

some gray mixture, the only indication of military Pa., a lady eighty years of age, for knitting a great service being the usual number of small staff-buttons number of stockings for the soldiers. To this favor on his vest. I should have marked him as a promi. of the President Mrs. Stockton has sent the following

nent man had I seen him on Broadway; and when I reply:

was told that he was the “Forrest of Fort Pillow,” I To His Excellency, Abraham Lincoln, President of devoted my whole attention to him, and give you the the United States :

result of our conversation. My first impression of the “ Your kind letter was duly received. My labors man was rather favorable than otherwise. Except a in behalf of our gallant soldiers, I fear, are somewhat guard of some hundred Federal soldiers, more than exaggerated. I have endeavored to do what I could half a mile away, I was, with the exception of another for those who battle to crush this wicked rebellion, person, the only Yankee in the room, and, being

dressed in citizen's clothes, was never suspected, ex- and one battery I kept marching around all the time. cept by the landlord.

My men dismounted, leaving every fourth man to hold "General," said I, "I little expected to be seated the horses, and formed the rest in front as infantry ; by this fire with you."

and the darn fool gave up without firing a shot." “Why so ?”

| Speaking of Streight's capture, he said it was almost “Well, because your name has been in the mouth a shame. "Ilis men rode among them and shot them of nearly every person for a long time.”

down like cattle. They were mounted on sharp-edged “Yes," said he, displaying the finest set of teeth saddles, and were worn out, and he killed several of that I think I have ever seen; “I have waked up the them himself. Didn't hardly know what to do with Yankees everywhere, lately."

them." But the heart sickens at the infamous con“Now that you have time, General, do you think duct of this butcher. He is one of the few men that you will ever put upon paper the true account of the are general “blowers," and yet will fight. Forrest is Fort Pillow affair ?

a thorough bravo-a desperate man in every respect. “Well,” said he, "the Yankees ought to know ; He was a negro-trader before the war, and in “per. they sent down their best men to investigate the sonal affairs," as he calls them, bad killed several affair.”

men. “But are we to believe their report, General ?" He had a body-guard of one hundred and fifty pick

“Yes, if we are to believe any thing a nigger says. ed men. These he placed in the rear, with orders to When I went into the war, I meant to fight. Fight- shoot any one that turned back. I have spoken to ing means killing. I have lost twenty-nine horses in numbers of confederate officers, and they speak of him the war, and have killed a man each time. The other with disgust, though all admit his bravery and fitness day I was a horse ahead, but at Selma they surround for the cavalry service. He has two brothers living, ed me, and I killed two, jumped my horse over a one-one of whom is spoken of as being a greater butcher horse wagon, and got away." I began to think I had than the Lieutenant-General. He is a man without some idea of the man at last. He continued : “My education or refinement, married, I believe, to a very Provost-Marshal's book will show that I have taken pretty wife. Any one would call him handsome. thirty-one thousand prisoners during the war. At Any one hearing him talk, would call him a brag. Fort Pillow I sent in a flag of truce, and demanded gadocio. As for myself, I would believe one half he an unconditional surrender, or I would not answer said, and only dispute with him with my finger upon for my men. This they refused. I sent them an- the trigger of my pistol. When I told him I was a other note, giving them one hour to determine. This Yankee, and late upon a prominent General's staff, be they refused. I could see on the river boats loaded looked about him, and among his staff, for corrobowith troops. They sent back, asking for an hour rative proof. Volleys of this, ready prepared, poured more. I gave them twenty minutes. I sat on my forth upon his order. My not being a short-hand horse during the whole time.

writer necessarily deprived me of the pleasure of a “The fort was filled with niggers and deserters further contribution to this true story. from our army; men who lived side by side with my Two young Kentuckians were walking along the men. I waited five minutes after the time, and then road when Forrest came up; he called them desertblew my bugle for the charge. In twenty minutes ers, and deliberately shot them. It appears that these my men were over the works, and the firing had ceas. young men were upon legitimate duty, and one of ed. The citizens and Yankees had broken in the them under military age. The fathers of these youths heads of whisky and lager-beer barrels, and were all are upon Forrest's track, sworn to kill him. Poetic drunk. They kept up firing all the time, as they justice requires that he should meet with a violent went down the hill. Hundreds of them rushed to the death. Probably one hundred men have fallen by his river, and tried to swim to the gunboats, and my men hand. He says “ the war is played;" that, where he shot them down. The Mississippi river was red with lives, there are plenty of fish, and that he is going to their blood for three hundred yards. During all this, take a tent along, and don't want to see any one for their flag was still flying, and I rushed over the works twelve months. and cut the halyards, and let it down, and stopped the What a charming hero he would make for a sensafight. Many of the Yankees were in tents in front, tional “King of the Cannibal Islands !" and they were in their way, as they concealed my

Bryan MCALISTER. men, and some of them set them on fire. If any were burned to death, it was in those tents. "They have a living witness in Captain Young,

WAITING. their Quartermaster, who is still alive; and I will

When he comes back, all glorious, leave it to any prisoner I have ever taken if I have

With the love-light in his eye, not treated them well.” “You have made some rap

From the battle-field victorious, id marches, General," said I. “Yes," said be, "I

Who'll be happier then than I ? have five thousand men that can whip any ten thou. See, the big arm-chair is waiting, sand in the world. Sturgis came out to whip me once,

Vacant still in its old place and was ten thousand strong. I marched off as if I Time, press quickly on the hours was going to Georgia, and fell upon the head of his

Till I see his pleasant face ! column when be least expected me, and, with two thousand three hundred men, killed over three thou He was too young, they told me, sand, captured as many more, with all the trains and

To march against the foe; mules, and drove him back. I meant to kill every

Yet when his country needed aid, man in Federal uniform, unless he gave up." He

His mother bade him go! spoke of capturing a fort from Colonel Crawford, in 'Twere meet slaves should tremble Athens, Alabama, garrisoned by one thousand five

Whom tyrants hold in thrall; hundred men. Said he: “I took 'bim out and showed But my boy was a freeman born, him my forces—some brigades two or three times,

He went at freedom's call.

My small weak band would waver

The shortest sword to bear;
But he stands steady in the ranks,

And holds his musket there.
My faint heart would falter

The battle-ground to see ; But his is strong in freedom's might,

He fights for her and me.

Above the hero write,

The young, hall-sainted: His country asked this life,

His life he gave.

I am watching and waiting,

As mothers watch and wait, Whose sons are in the army now,

And it is growing late. My life's past its morning,

It's near sunset in the skyOh! I long once more to clasp him

In my arms before I die.

THE TRUE FLAG OF PEACE. The battle is ended, the cannon is still, The flag we defended waves out on the hill; Around us are lying the children of GodThe dead and the dying-their pillows the sod; But the flag on the hill, to us that remain, Its glory shall thrill to fight for again ; Then up from your trenches with sabre and gun, The fire that quenches the rays of the sun Streams out from the Blue of the flag on the hill, And tempers the hue of the battle-red rill.

Yet farther off the army goes

He will return no more,
Till our glorious flag is free again

To float o'er sea and shore.
Where'er it waved in days gone by,

Its folds again shall rest, From the depths of the lowest valleys,

To the highest mountain crest.

The smoke of the battle is yet in the sky,
The musketry rattle meets not with reply;
Pale faces, and ghastly, upturned to the day-
Mark ye, how fastly the life ebbs away.
Our Father! in pity, look out from above,
Look down from yon City of Mercy and Love,
And deal with us kindly, pour oil on the flood,
Nor let us walk blindly in by-ways of blood;
Our country, our duty, our banner unfurled,
The emblem of beauty, the pride of the world.

And he, my boy, my darling,

The pride of my old heart ! Where'er his place may be, I know

He will fulfil his part. Not until the war is over

Shall we meet in fond embrace. Time, press swiftly on the hours,

Till I see his pleasant face !

The battle is ended, but not the good fight;
The flag we defended is yet in our sight;
There are traitors behind us and traitors before us,
But the flag of mankind is with us and o'er us;
None other we know, none other shall lead us.
Strike, freemen, the blow, that nations may heed us!
'Tis the flag of our heart, in steel let us wear it,
And hold it apart from hands that would tear it;
There's love in its hue, and its stars shall increase-
The Red, Wbite, and Blue is the true flag of peace.

B. S. W.

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Breathe, trumpets! breathe

Slow notes of saddest wailing; Sadly responsive peal,

Ye muffled drums! Comrades, with downcast eyes

And muskets trailing! Attend him home

The youthful warrior comes. Upon his shield,

Upon his shield returning, Borne from the field of honor

Where he fellGlory and grief, together clasped

In mourning, His fame, his fate,

With sobs exulting tell.

Wrap round his breast

The flag his breast defendedHis country's flag,

In battle's front unrolled ; For it he died

On earth for ever ended, His brave young life

Lives in each sacred fold.

A soldier, filled with Burbon, lay puling in the street, From battle-field es-ca-ped, with swiftly running feet; He'd fallen from too much “strychnine," and drowned

all gallant schemes, And got as far as possible from Richmun on the Jeems! And one there lay beside him, his comrade in the

flight; They had been boon companions, and frequently got

tight; And side by side they lay there, indulging maudlin

dreams, Far from the Libby prison and Richmond on the

Jeems! One said : Old feller, tell me, what think you of this

war, Made by the boastin' rebels, our prosp'rous peace to

mar? Are Lee and Stonewall Jackson such thunderation

teams, As to keep us out of Richmun, ole Richmun on the


With proud, fond tears,

By tinge of shame untainted, Bear him, and lay him

Gently in his grave :

Say, do you think that Hooker — they call him

"Fighten Joe"Who 'fore the War Committee run down McClellan

80 Will he cross the Rappy-hannick, and carry out his

schemes, And take us down to Richmun, upon the river


His very name now makes you fear,

Kentucky! 0 Kentucky! In every valley, far and near, He's gobbled every horse and steer ; You'll rue his raids for many a year,

Kentucky! 0 Kentucky!

Why, when I left old Kaintuck, just eighteen months

ago, My mam and sister Ruby both said I shouldn't go ; But, I ax'd 'em both, and Susan, to think of me in

dreams, For, I'se bound to go to Richmun, old Richmun on

the Jeems!

Yet you have many a traitorous fool,

Kentucky! O Kentucky! Who still will be the rebels' tool,

Kentucky! O Kentucky! They'll learn to yield to Abram's rule In none but Johnny's costly school, At cost of every animule,

Kentucky! 0 Kentucky!


Proudest of all earth's thrones

Is his who rules by a free people's choice ; Who, 'midst fierce party strife and battle groans, Hears, ever rising in harmonious tones,

A grateful people's voice.

You know, through tribulation, we marched on, night

and day, Through woods, and mud, and dusty roads, and fight

ing in the fray ; By smoke-houses and chicken coops, and where the

biler steems, Which cooked our hard-earned rations tow'rd Rich

mun on the Jeems. And, now we're going homeward-me and the other

scamp, Yet, far from old Kentucky, we are obleeged to

tramp; And him who's out of postage stamps, there's nobody

esteems, E'en though he's been in Richmun, and seed the river


Steadfast in thee we trust,

Tried as no man was ever tried before ; God made thee merciful—God keep thee just Be true!-and triumph over all thou must.

God bless thee evermore! GREAT CENTRAL Fair, June 16, 1864.

--Daily Fare, Philadelphia.

To hell with old Phiginny, and all her sacred sile ! She's made a heap of trouble, and kept it up a while; And if she's helped herself right much, 'tis like to

them sunbeams The niggers squeeze from cucumbers, in Richmun on

the Jeems!

THE BAYONET CHARGE. Hark to the batteries disputing in thunderShell over tree-top and shot rattling under, Noisily cover the path of the foe

Down through the forest aisles, lofty and large. There's a look on the face of our leader I know, And I wait the dread order : “Fix bayonets

charge !"

- And then his boon companion convulsively turned

o'er, And, grunting an affirmative, straightway began to

snore, Oblivious to war's alarms or love's delightful themes, Or to the fact that Richmond still stands on the Jeems.

Grow on, thou “sour apple-tree,” where Jeffy is to

bang! Rejoice, ye running contrabands, for this is your che

bang! No more you'll stem tobacco, thresh wheat, or drive

the teams Of rebels round the city-old Richmond on the Jeems.

Am I less brave for a moment's quick shiver ? Hearts of oak yonder bear light leaves that quiver. I look down the line-there's a lip turning white, Set the firmer for that; there are fixed, gazing

eyes Intent upon something, but not on the fight; There's a swift glance flung upward to pierce the

blue skies.

KENTUCKY! O KENTUCKY ! John Morgan's foot is on the shore,

Kentucky! O Kentucky! His hand is on thy stable-door,

Kentucky! 0 Kentucky ! You'll see your good gray mare no more, He'll ride her till her back is sore, And leave her at some stranger's door,

Kentucky! 0 Kentucky!

While the thunder rolls nearer, distinct through

it all I catch fragments of whispers ; as, “Boys, if I fall;" Or thus, “Should the worst come, write home to

my mother;" “Tell my sister, my wife, that I died like a man." “You'll find in my knapsack, friend," murmurs an.

other, “A line that I scrawled when the battle began." Our Colonel sits firm; with that look in his eye, Like a sword part unsheathed, he rides gallantly by. Should he fall, made a mark for the sharp-shooter's

aim By his gay epaulette with its golden encrust, There'll be trumpet-loud voices to herald his fame;

But I am a private-the commonest dust!

For feeding John you're paying dear,

Kentucky! O Kentucky!

For fame do I fight? Lord of hosts, does not he And would'st take the life we are fighting for, Who battles for right ever battle for Thee !

For the sake of a poor dead bird ?" There are graves trodden level that love seeks in vain,

The eagle's circuits, in slow descent, Held in honor by angels. Alike in thy sight

Came nearer, day by day, The poorest who carves for the red stripes their

Till one morn he sat on the ridge of the tent, stain,

Where a wounded soldier layAnd the leader who falls in the van of the fight.

No more, whose right arm clasped a maid,

No more, whose left a gun,
They are coming—they come! Shifting sunbeams And no more the eagle's shadow played

Between him and the sun.
Their way through the leaves by the glitter of steel ;
They swarm to the light, through the tree boles

He folded his heavy wings, and slept
they swarm

On the ridge of the sick boy's tent, Out from the forest aisles, lofty and large.

Or with fasting eye his vigils kept Our Colonel turns pale, drops his beckoning arms,

On all that came and went. But hark, boys, the order: “Fix bayonets

Do you wonder that soon as the soldier stirred charge !"

Forth for the air and the sun,
On his shoulder perched the fierce, grim bird,

Ere its strength could bear his guu?

And when, once more, he proudly marched Poised in the azure depths of air,

To a soldier's pains and joys, In bis home so near the sun,

The eagle sat on his shoulder perched, Like one, just brought in being there,

'Mid the Eighth Wisconsin boys; And whose flight had not begun

And now where the wave of battle flows, And he knew not whether his home to seek

And its deathly flashes gleam, In that dazzling world of light,

And on their ranks the foemen close, Or glide far down to some snowy peak

Till their blood and their banners stream . Of bleak Nevadian height

In mass confused and mingled flow, An eagle's slowly moving wing

And shell or shrapnel sings Lingered between the sun

Its terrible whistling song of woe, And a boy, whose right arm clasped a maid,

The eagle flaps his wings, ** While his left one held bis gun;

And the flash of his fierce, majestic eye
And the proud bird's shadow nerved his heart,

Outshines the bayonet's gleam;
Though he knew not whence the power;

And over the soldiers' battle-cry,
But he felt there came the strength to part,

· And the hiss of the shells that scream, And the courage for the hour.

And the roar of the fierce artillery,
The roll of the stirring drum came clear,

Rises the eagle's cry,
The bugle's blast came sbrill,

As if the Genius of the Free
The eagles shone on bis dark blue coat,

Inspired his voice and eye.
And the eagle shadowed him still;

The brave Wisconsins hear that cry
And proudly his bayonet flashed that day

And auswer with shout and cheer, On the scenes of his early joys,

“ 'Tis the voice of the Genius of Liberty," As he grasped his gun and marched away

And they fight on without fear. With the Eighth Wisconsin boys.

Thus from the banks of far Osage,
And proudly the regiment trod the street,

To Chickamauga's shore-
As it swept from town to town,

'Mid Donelson's relentless rage, And still on its waving standard sheet

And Vicksburgh's thundering roar-
A shadow unnoticed came down;

On many a conquered battle-field,
Now its ranks are filled, and it moves along

Unshadowed by defeat-
On the swift and crowded train-

As State by State the foemen yield,
Now pauses amid the hurrying throng,

From field and fort retreat-
Or speeds o'er the sounding plain.

The Eighth Wisconsin marches on,
No longer the eagle in eyrie rests,

By danger undeterred,
But his straining flight doth keep,

* A correspondent of the Iroqua (Wis.) Times gives the folAs he follows the train o'er the sounding plain,

| lowing, among other particulars, relative to the eagle of the Or the keel through the foaming deep-

Eighth Wisconsin regiment, which the soldiers have named Till when, 'mid the wilds of the rude frontier, "Old Abe :" The Eighth are guarding the line,

" When the regiment is engaged in battle, Old Abe manifests

the fiercest delight. At such a time he will always be found in They observe his wheeling circuits near

his appropriate place, at the head of company D. To be seen The top of a distant pine.

in all his glory, he should be seen when the regiment is envel

oped in the smoke of battle. Then the eagle, with spread pin“Come, now for a shot at him. Who's afraid ions, jumps up and down on his perch, attering such wild, fear.

ful screams as an eagle alone can utter. The fiercer, wilder. To bring down the eagle ?" said one.

and louder the storm of battle, the fiercer, wilder, and louder But the boy on whose right had leaned the maid the scream of the eagle. Twice Old Abe has been hit by seces. While his left arm held bis gun,

sion bullets; one shot carried away a third part of his tail-fea

thers. He is a universal favorite, and has been carried with the Cried : “Hold! would'st thou fight in a holy war,

regiment through seven States. Thousands flock to see him. And its creed hast thou not heard,

I and he is fast becoming famous,"

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