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camp to get supper at a farm house, and, waiting for asms, equipments, etc., is still in the possession of the long du lived tea, were surprised to find saveral re- impson. We believe it is the intention of the regivolvers sullenly a lvance into the room, behind each ment to buy them from the Government, and to prepair of which was ci' her Coloe Mo-by, a rebel can- sent them to the “ Yankee Corporal who beat Mosby tain or a lieutenant, all rather determined men, with out of his pet nag." "shoot in their eyes," who demanded the immediatel Captain Gere returned to camp at Halltown Satursurrender of the aforesaid Yankees. The aim being day afternoon, having captured Lieutenant Wysong, wicked, the three Twenty-firsters saw they were “un- of the Seventh Virginia, the successor of Captain der a cloud," and so quietly gave up the contest. Blackford, a noted guerrilla, who was kiled by a ser

Colonel Mosby was much elated by his good for- geant of the First New-York. tune, and required his prisoners to follow him supper. less on his rounds to his headquarters at Paris; the

CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN GENERAL BUTLER AND A private, however, while pretending to get his horse, bid himself in the hay and escaped, Mosby not dar

FEMININE SECESSIONIST. ing to wait and hunt him up.

LOCCSTVILLE, Accomac Co., Va., March 10, 1864. On the way to Paris, the Colonel amused himself General B. F. Butler : by constantly taunting his prisoners with questions : Sir: My school has been closed since Christmas, "Were they with Major Cole when he thrashed him because, as I understood the oath required of us, I at Upperville " “ Were they with Major Sullivan, could not conscientiously take it. Having heard of the First veterans, when his men ran away and left since then that one of your officers explains the oath him?” “How did they fancy his grav nag ?-he took as meaning simply that we consent to the acts of the that from a Yankee lieutenant." * Didn't the Yanks United States Government, and pledge passive obedidread him and his men more than they did the regu-ence to the same, I take the liberty of addressing this lar rebel cavalry?” “How did they (the prisoners) to you to ascertain if you so construe the oath. I canlike bis style of fighting ?” and a hundred such re not understand how a woman can “support, protect, marks, that indicated the man as being more of a and defend the Union," except by speaking or writing braggart than a hero.

in favor of the present war, which I could never do, He was, in the mean time, engaged in gathering his because my sympathies are with the South. If by men with the avowed intention of attacking Captain those words you understand merely passive submission, Gere's force at daylight, and, if possible, of cutting it I am ready to take the oath, and abide by it sacredly. to pieces. His followers live in the farm-houses of Very respectfully,

MARY S. GRAVES. Loudon, Clarke, and Jefferson counties, and are either

HEADQTARTERS EIGHTEENTH ARMY CORPS, rebel soldiers or Union citizens, as the case may re

DEPARTMENT OF VIRGINIA AND NORTH-CAROLISA, quire. He would ride up to a house, call Joe or

FORTRESS JOxrox, March 14, 1564. Jake, and tell them that he wanted them at such an MY DEAR MADAM: I am truly sorry that any Union hour at the usual place; to go and tell Jim or Mose. ' officer of mine has attempted to fritter away the ef Almost every farm turned out somebody in answer to fect of the oath of allegiance to the Government of his call, proving that these men, with the certified the United States, and to inform you that it means oath of allegiance in their pockets, and with passes' nothing more than passive obedience to the same. allowing them to come in and go out of our lines at That officer is equally mistaken. The oath of allewill, are not only in sympathy with the enemy, but giance means fealty, pledge of faith to, love, affection, are themselves perjured rebels.

and reverence for the Government, all comprised in When they arrived at Paris, Colonel Mosby dis- the word patriotism, in its highest and truest sense, mounted and stepped into the house where he had his which every true American feels for bis or her Gov. headquarters, leaving his pistols in the holsters. The ernment. Lieutenant, with drawn revolver, watched the prison. You say: "I cannot understand how a woman can ers while the Captain endeavored to find an orderly to support, protect, and defend the Union, except by take the horses. Corporal Simpson, who had been speaking or writing in favor of the present war, which marking the road for future use, and had been long I could never do, because my sympathies are with the looking for it, saw his chance and pretended to tie bis South." horse, but really putting his foot into the stirrup of That last phrase, madam, shows why you cannot Mosby's saddle and laying hold of one of the over- understand “how a woman can support, protect, and looked pistols. The Lieutenant detected the move defend the Union." and fired at him, when Simpson shot him through the Were you loyal at heart, you would at once underheart with the weapon be bad secured. The Captain stand. The Southern women who are rebels underturned round and fired, and Colonel Mosby came to stand well “how to support, protect, and defend " the the door to see "what all that -- row was about,” Confederacy," without either speaking or writing.** just in time to hear a bullet wbiz unpleasantly close to Some of them act as spies, some smuggle quinine in his head, that he fired at him "just for luck” as be their underclothes, some smuggle information through and his comrade left, yelling back: “ Colonel Mosby, the lines in their dresses, some tend sick soldiers for how do you like our style of fighting? We belong to the Confederacy, some get up subscriptions for rebel the Twenty-first New York." And away they went, i gunboats. leaving Colonel Mosby dismounted, and outwitted of Perhaps it may all be comprised in the phrase : his best horse, saddle, overcoat, pistols, two Yankee " Where there is a will there is a way." prisoners, and at least one vacancy among his com- Now, then, you could "support, protect, and defend missioned officers. Corporal Simpson rode twelve the Union" by teaching the scholars of your school to miles to the camp, closely followed by the Sergeant, love and reverence the Government, to be proud of and gave Captain Gere such notice of the enemy's in their country, to glory in its flag, and to be true to its tentions that they thought best not to pitch in at the Constitution. But, as you don't understand that your. appointed time.

self, you can't teach it to them, and, therefore, I am The captured horse is a very fine one, and with the glad to learn from your letter that your school has been closed since Christmas, and with my consent, ! 'Spec, pretty soon, you'll see Uncle Abram's until you change your sentiments, and are a loyal wo

Comin', comin'! Hail, mighty day! man in heart, it never shall be opened.

Den away, den away, etc. I would advise you, madam, forth with to go where

Good-by, hard work, and never any pay-your "sympathies" are. I am only doubtful whether

I'm goin' up North, where the white folks stay; it is not my duty to send you.

White wheat-bread and a dollar a day. I have the honor to be, very respectfully, your obe

Comin', comin'! Hail, mighty day! djent servant,

B. F. BUTLER,
Major-General Commanding.

Den away, den away, etc.
To Mrs. MARY L. GRAVES,

I've got a wife, and she's got a baby,
Locustville, Accomac County, Virginia.

Way up North in Lower Canady

Won't dey shout when dey see ole Shady IN LIBBY PRISON-NEW-YEAR'S EVE, 1863-4.

Comin', comin'! Hail, mighty day!

Den away, den away, etc.
'Tis twelve o'clock! Within my prison dreary-
My head upon my hand-sitting so weary,

SUSPIRIA ENSIS.
Scanning the future, musing upon the past,
Pondering the fate that here my lot has cast;

Mourn no more for our dead,
The hoarse cry of the sentry, pacing his beat,

Laid in their rest sereneWakens the echoes of the silent street:

With the tears a land hath shed, "All is well !"

Their graves shall ever be green. Ah! is it so? My fellow-captive, sleeping

Ever their fuir, true glory Where the barred window strictest watch is keeping,

Fondly shall fame rehearse-Dreaming of home and wife and prattling child

Light of legend and story,
Of the sequestered vale, the mountain wild-

Flower of marble and verse !
Tell me, when cruel morn shall break again,
Wilt thou repeat the sentinel's refrain,

(Wilt thou forget, O mother!
"All is well”?

How thy darlings, day by day,

For thee, and with fearless faces, And thou, my country! wounded, pale, and bleeding,

Journeyed the darksome wayThy children deaf to a fond mother's pleading

Went down to death in the war-ship, Stabbing with cruel hate the nurturing breast,

And on the bare hill-side lay ?) To which their infancy in love was pressed

For the giver they gave their breath, Recount thy wrongs, thy many sorrows name ;

And 'tis now no time to mournThen to the nations--if thou canst-proclaim : "All is well !"

Lo, of their dear, brave death

A mighty Nation is born! But through the clouds the sun is slowly breaking

But a long lament for others, Hope from her long, deep sleep is waking:

Dying for darker powers ! Speed the time, Father! when the bow of peace,

Those that once were our brothers,
Spanning the gulf, sball bid the tempest cease-

Whose children shall yet be ours.
When to men, clasping each other by the hand,
Shall shout together in a united land:

That a people, baughty and brave,
"All is well !"

(Warriors old and young!)
F. A. BARTLESON,

Should lie in a bloody grave,
Colonel One Hundredth Illinois Volunteers.

And never a dirge be sung!

We may look with woe on the dead,
A CONTRABAND SONG.

We may smooth their lids, 'tis true, The following lyric is the favorite freedom song of the Missis

For the veins of a common red, sippi contrabands. Its character and enthusiasm are great, and

And the mother's milk we drew. it is a good specimen of contraband genius:

But alas ! how vainly bleeds
OLD SHADY.

The breast that is bared for crime! Oh! ya, ya! darkies, laugh with me;

Who shall dare hymn the deeds
For de wbite folks say old Shady's free!

That else bad been all sublime ?
Don't you see dat de jubilee
Is comin', comin'! Hail, mighty day!

Were it alien steel that clashed,
CHORUS.

They had guarded each inch of sod

But the angry valor dashed
Den away, den away, for I can't stay any longer;

On the awful shield of God!
Hurrah, hurrah! for I am going home. [Repeat.

(Ah! if for some great goodMassa got scared, and so did his lady!

On some giant evil hurledDis chile broke for ole Uncle Aby!

The thirty millions had stood Open de gates out! here's ole Shady,

'Gainst the might of a banded world !) Comin', comin'! Iail, mighty day! Den away, den away, etc.

But now, to the loug, long night

They pass, as they ne'er had beenGood-by, Massa Jeff! good-by, Misses Stevens !

A stranger and sadder sight Scuse dis nigger for taking his leavins ;

Than ever the sun hath seen.

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No despot ever saw such furces,

They despise our Republic, John Bull,
High-souled, free-willed, together come;

And curse the whole “ Yankeedom race;"
No empire witnessed such resources

But we hold, with your subjects, John Bull,
Evoked by the recruiting drum.

To quarrel, were a double disgrace.
Resistless as our rivers' courses,
Enough to strike the Old World dumb !

Therefore, don't you meddle, John Bull,

Don't meddle with the Yankees, I pray;
Heroes in fight.
Their gathering cry a thunder hum.

Or else “they may lam you,” John Bull,
Would banded Europe's legions come

And that, at no far distant day.
To dare their might?

They're “ a nation all mighty," John Bull,

Teaching right to the whimsical South :
To foreign tyrants fearful warning,

Therefore, I would pray you, John Bull,
This strife 'twixt Freedom's children stands, Put a stop to your meddling mouth.
Once more united, meet we'd scorning

BALTIMORE, MD., 1862.
The leagued wrath of king.ruled lands;
With Freedom's flag our hosts adorning,

THE VIRGINIA MOTHER.
Upheld and fenced by Freemen's hands.
Urge on the fight!

BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR,
True to ourselves, a brighter morning,
Without a cloud, is swiftly dawning

My home is drear and still to-night,

Where Shenandoah murmuring flows;
Upon our night.

The Blue Ridge towers in the pale moonlight,
Then, brothers, fearful though the toil be,

And balmily the south wind blows;
Strain every nerve to bear the weight; But my fire burns dim, while athwart the wall
Think wbat reward will a free soil be,

Black as the pines the shadows fall;
Beyond the battle's lurid strait;

And the only friend within my door
Though unexampled, long, the moil be, Is the sleeping hound on the moonlit floor.
Joys just as vast your labors wait:

Roll back, 0 weary years! and bring
To arms and fight!
Though fierce and strong the war-whirl's boil be,

Again the gay and cloudless morn,

When every bird was on the wing,
True to the end there can no foil be:
We war for right.

And my blithe summer boys were born!
My Courtney fair, my Philip bold,

With his laughing eyes and his locks of gold !
DON’T MEDDLE WITH THE YANKEES,

No nested bird in the valley wide
JOHN BULL.

Sang as my heart that eventide.
BY JAMES S. WATKINS.

Our laurels blush when May winds call,
Written while the fever ran high on recognition by England

Our pines shoot high through mellow showers; rance, during the first year of the unnatural war, and So rosy flushed, so slender tall, inscribed to the English secessionists of to-day.

My boys grew up from childhood's hours. Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull,

Glad in the breeze, the sun, the rain, They'll “ teach you a thing, now, or two;"

They climbed the heights or they roamed the plain; Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull,

And found where the fox lay hid at noon,
Don't meddle, whatever you do!

And the sly fawn drank by the rising moon.
They are ten times as strong, Johnny Bull,
And a hundred more daring to kill,

O Storm! look up; you ne'er may hear,
Than, when in their weakness, John Bull.

When all the dewy glades are still, Your “ hirelings ” besieged Bunker Hill.

In silver windings, fine and clear,

Their whistle stealing o'er the hill; Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull,

And fly to the shade where the wild deer rest They've Freedom and Liberty's might;

Ere morn has reddened the mountain's crest;
Don't meddle with the Yankees, John Bull, Nor sit at their feet, when the chase is o'er,
Or else you may force them to fight.

And the antlers hang by the sunset door.
And then, when in their strength, John Bull,
They cross the St. Lawrence, "mi boy,”

What drew our hunters from the hills ?
Look out to be served, Johnny Bull,

They heard the stormy trumpets blow; As you treated the captured Sepoy.

And leapt adown like April rills

When Shenandoah roars below.
The Yankees don't boast, Johnny Bull,

One to the field where the old flag shines;
They but speak out their mind as it is;

And one, alas ! to the traitor lines !
Then I pray you don't meddle, John Bull,

My tears-their fond arms round me thrown-
For “the Yankees are awful when riz!”

And the house was hushed and the hill-side lone.
They had hoped to be friendly, John Bull,
At least to have lived that profession;

But oh! to feel my boys were foes
But if meddled with, mark it, John Bull,

Was more than loss or battle's steel !
They'll serve you, as of old, with the “ Hessian." In every shifting cloud that rose

I saw their hostile squadrons wheel;
We've “a 'ost hov your 'eroes,” John Bull, And heard in the waves as they hurried by,
Growing fat from the wealth of our land,

Their hasty tread when the fight was nigh,
Who profess to be loyal, John Bull,

And, deep in the wail which the night-winds bore, When, in fact, they're a treacherous band : Their dying moan when the fight was o'er. Vol. VIII.-Poetry 5

So time went on. The skies were blue;

The rebel to sweep from old Lookout, that cloud-post Our wheat-fields yellow in the sun;

dizzily high, When down the vale a rider flew :

Whence the taunt of his cannon and banner had af. “Ho! neighbors, Gettysburgh is won !

fronted so long the sky. Horse and foot, at the cannon's mouth We hurled them back to the hungry South ;

Brave Thomas the foeman had brushed from his sumThe North is safe, and the vile marauder

mit the nearest, and now Curses the hour he crossed the border."

The balm of the midnight's quiet soothed Nature's ago

nized brow; My boys were there! I nearer pressed

A midnight of murkiest darkness, and Lookout's un" And Philip, Courtney, what of them ? "

defined mass His voice dropped low: “O madam! rest

Heaved grandly a frown on the welkin, a barricade Falls sweet when battle's tide we stem :

nothing might pass. Your Philip was first of the brave that day

Its breast was sprinkled with sparkles, its crest was With his colors grasped as in death he lay:

dotted with gold, And Courtney-well, I only knew

Telling the camps of the rebels secure as they deemed Not a man was left of his rebel crew !”

in their hold. Where glimmered the creek of the Lookout, it seemed

the black dome of the night My home is drear and still to-night,

Had dropped all its stars in the valley, it glittered so Where Shenandoah murmuring flows ;

over with light: The Blue Ridge towers in the pale moonlight, There were voices and clashings of weapons, and And balmily the south wind blows;

drum-beat and bugle and tramp, But my fire burns dim, while athwart the wall Quick fittings athwart the broad watchfires that paintBlack as the pines the shadows fall;

ed red rings through the camp: And the only friend within my door

There were figures dark edging the watchfires, and Is the sleeping hound on the moonlit floor.

groups at the front of each tent,

And a tone like the murmur of waters all round from Yet still in dreams my boys I own :

the valley upsent. They chase the deer o'er dewy hills, Their hair by mountain winds is blown,

“D'ye see, lad, that black-looking peak ?" said a serTheir shout the echoing valley fills,

geant, scarred over and gray, Wafts from the woolland spring sunshine

To a boy, both in glow of a camp-fire, whence wavered Comes as they open this door of mine ;

their shadows away; And I hear them sing by the evening blaze

“Strap tightly your drum, or you'll lose it when climbThe songs they sang in the vanished days.

ing yon hill; for the word

Is to take that pricked ear of old Lookout, where I cannot part their lives and say,

Bragg's shots so often we've heard ; “This was the traitor, this the true;"

Our noble commander has said it, and we all should God only knows why one should stray,

be minding our prayers, And one go pure death's portals through.

By dawn we must plant the old flag where the rebels They have passed from their mother's clasp and care; now shame us with theirs ; But my heart ascends in the yearning prayer

Hurrah for bold General Hooker, the leader that That His large love will the two enfold

never knew fear, My Courtney fair and my Philip bold!

He's to lead us ! now, comrades, be ready and give

at the rolls a good cheer!

I look for the time at each moment!"—just then the LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.

long-rolls swelled about,

There were tramplings of steeds and of men, there BY ALFRED B. STREET.

was jingle and rattle and shout;

Dark columns would glimmer and vanish, a rider flit For months that followed the triumph the rebels had by like a ghostboasted they wrought,

There was movement all over the valley, the moreBut which lost to them Chattanooga, thus bringing ment and din of a host.

their triumph to naught; The mountain-walled citadel city, with its outposts in 'Twas the legion so famed of the White Star, and billowy crowds,

led on by Geary the brave, Grand soarers among the lightnings, stern conquerors That was chosen to gather the - laurel or find on the of the clouds!

mountain a grave, For months, I say, had the rebels, with the eyes of They crossed the dim creek of the Lookout, and toiled their cannon, looked down

up the sable ascent, From the high-crested forehead of Lookout, the Mis- Till the atoms black crawling and struggling in dense sion's long sinuous crown;

upper darkness were blent. Till Grant, our invincible hero, the winner of every Mists, fitful in rain, came at daydawn, they spread in fight!

one mantle the skies, Who joys in the strife, like the eagle that drinks from And we that were posted below stood and watched the storm delight!

with our hearts in our eyes ; Marshalled his war-worn legions, and, pointing to them We watched as the mists broke and joined, the quick the foe,

flits and the blanks of the fray; Kindled their hearts with the tidings that now should There was thunder, but not of the clouds; there was be stricken the blow,

lightning, but redder in ray;

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