recruiting sergeants beat their drums! The next levy of troops must not be made in the North, but on the plantations. Marshall them into lines by regiments and brigades! The men that have picked cotton, must now pick flint! Gather the great third army! For two years Government has been searching in an enemy's country for a path for victory, only the negro can find it ! Give him a a gun and bayonet, and let him point the way! The future is fair,-God and the negro are to save the Republic."

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What a confession of utter helplessness and hopelessness in their own resources and ability! God and the negro are to save the Republic! Negroes are the forlorn hope of the Republic ! The safe-keepers of the good cause! make alliance with them, or our final success is imperilled! Are these the men that Lincoln said "must not be permitted to live with white men, and must go to live somewhere else?" Yes. How humiliating! Are these the men whom Lincoln asked to turn against their masters, and fire their hate against them, and when he had attained peace proposed to hand them back to their political power without a single element to shield themselves from the vindictive spirit sure to be aroused against those who have abandoned their master's cause? Yes. Are these the men who were enlisted and conscripted into the Federal army under the promise of equal compensation and pro

tection the same as white soldiers, and made to carry the ladder of forlorn hope as at Petersburg; and yet swindled out of their pay, and abandoned to their fate as prisoners of war? Yes. This is not only humiliating, but infamous.

It has been said that the world has written Repudiator" on the forehead of Jefferson Davis, the head of the Confederacy, for repudiating the debts of the state of Mississippi. "Even so," says Wendell Phillips, Esq., "history will write repudiator on the forehead of the United States for repudiating a debt infinitely more binding, the debt of honour to the men whom it had covered with its uniform, and summoned to its side with halters round their necks and then deserted."

MILITARY JUGGERNAUT IN MOTION.

Whilst these changes were made by the administrators of the Federal government fierce and furious, desperate, and bloody battles were fought at Antietam, Gettysburg, and Spotsylvania. Although the odds were largely against the Confederates, both in supplies of men, food, mechanical resources, ammunition, and money, yet they went into battle under the eye of the ablest General the war has produced, and fought with a desperation and valour that despoiled rights and burning homesteads only could create.

Sometimes victory perched on the eagles of Ge

neral Lee, and then again on those of his opponent, neither army being able to follow up the advantages gained by the other, either from exhaustion, or from the sable mantle of night concealing the victors and vanquished from each other, whilst the light of returning day found the defeated army behind new entrenchments thrown up with the spade, or far away from the field of battle on the march to take a new position, or fall back on some stronghold previously prepared. Meanwhile multitudes of the slain lay unburied, and the wounded were weltering in their blood,

MISERIES OF WAR.

An able writer has recently said, that "Those who are unacquainted with the horrors of war cannot realise the fearful sufferings which it entails on mankind. They read of it in papers and books, gilded over with all its false glare and strange fascinations as a splendid game of glorious battles and triumphs, but close their eyes to its fearful horrors. The battlefield to them is a field of honour-a field of glory where men resign their lives amidst the joys of conquest which hallow the soldier's gory couch, and light up his death-features with a smile.” This sounds well in heroic fiction, but how different the reality. Take, for instance, the battle of Spotsylvania, where the Federals lost ten thousand men in killed and wounded. On the morning of the

battle, General Lee and his army were entrenched behind a number of breastworks. An assault was made on their position, when the storming party rushed over the ramparts and drove the Confederates for a mile, when they rallied, and made five successive and fierce assaults to retake their lost position; and so terrific was the death-grapple, that at different times of the day, the Confederate colours were planted on one side of the works and the Federals' on the other, the men fighting across the parapet. In the whole war it has been said that nothing has exceeded the savage desperation of this struggle; and an eye-witness writes, that the scene of the conflict at the close presented such a spectacle of horror, that the exclamation of every man who beheld it was, "God forbid that I should ever gaze upon such a sight again." At one angle of the works the dead and wounded lay literally in piles -friend and foe together in the agonies of death, groaning beneath the dead bodies of their comrades, who had literally been torn to shreds by hundreds of balls, or thrust through and through in their bodies with the bayonet. Could fireside heroes have witnessed the abovenamed battlefield, with its bruised and mangled bodies, its dying and wounded, writhing in agonising tortures; or witness the poor victims under the surgeon's knife, with the field hospital clotted with human gore, and full of the maimed bodies and dissected limbs of their fellowcreatures, war would lose its false charms, and be

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stript of its tinsel or glory.

How fearful to contemplate scenes like the above; and yet, war has horrors greater than the battlefield presents. The death wound is mercy compared to the slow torture of lying on the damp cold ground, or in the dreary wards of the hospital, uncared for and unpitied, without one kind hand to stay the welling blood, or wipe the death-damp from the brow, or of lingering in prisons,-those charnel-houses of slow putrefaction, where pale, and spiritless, the prisoners of war gasp and groan away their lives in hopeless misery. Could the tender mother see her darling child amidst such scenes as those, and under such circumstances, how her heart would break in one wild wail of anguish." And then think of the sacked and burned city; think of helpless women and children fleeing in terror before the devouring elements, without a home to shelter them, without bread to feed them; think of the widows and orphans that water their scant bread with the tears of sorrow; think of all the sufferings, misery, ruin, death, war entails on mankind, and you will curse its authors and wish that God had otherwise chastised His people. Though war may enrich the Shylock shoddies, paymasters, contractors, and speculative politicians, who sport gorgeous equipages and rich palaces out of the blood of their countrymen, it crushes the people under its wheels, like the car of Juggernaut, and oppresses the millions with taxation.