From Bunker's height, from Plymouth's shore, That rouse us more than trump or drum. Through Southern flowers and Northern snow, Till traitors vex the land no more, Till treason in the dust lies low. Say! shall that flag, which long has waved More proudly now that tempests blow! Till treason in the dust lies low. PUTNAM. this matter to the President and Congress? and if they think well of it, please give it a place in your paper. The society desire the President, if he thinks it wise, to call upon all the ladies in the Confederacy to present their jewelry and their gold and silver plate, as a freewill offering upon the altar of their bleeding country. Thousands and thousands of them would gladly make this sacrifice, and their contributions would be swelled by hundreds and thousands from their fathers, husbands, and brothers. "Yours, very respectfully, "JAMES H. GAILLARD." A CHARGE AT FORT DONELSON.-The following description of the gallant dash of Gen. Charles F. Smith, in the late desperate action at Fort Donelson, will be read with a thrill of admiration by every patriot. The distinguished reputation that Gen. Smith gained THE "WOMEN'S GUNBOAT."-The Mobile Advertiser in the late Mexican war as a brilliant and accomplished publishes the following letter, signed by five secession-officer, evinced on every battle-field from Vera Cruz ist women: "TUSKEGEE, Ala., March 31, 1862. "Editors Advertiser and Register: Having observed the interest which you manifest in the Women's Gunboat,' we venture to inform you that the patriotic ladies of Tuskegee desire to be represented in the enterprise that has for its object the protection of their dearest rights. With this view they have canvassed the community, and have secured cash subscriptions to the amount of $303.95, together with a donation of three bales of cotton. Other subscriptions are promised, and will doubtless be procured. These contributions have been made with the understanding that the money is to be appropriated to the construction of an iron-clad gunboat for the defence of Alabama. The amount is on deposit with the Tuskegee Insurance Company, subject to order when the enterprise shall have received such substantial encouragement as to place the matter beyond contingency. We would be pleased to open correspondence with the responsible originators of the project. "Respectfully, etc., "Miss M. SINCLAIR, Miss E. SWANSON, Miss F. SWANSON, Miss T. GRAHAM, to the city of Mexico, gave assurance that he was equal to any emergency that required the highest elements of a thoroughly educated, gallant, and patriotic officer: Gen. Smith is emphatically a fighting man, and as may be imagined, the events of the morning had tended to decrease in no measure his pugnacity. When he received his long-desired orders for an assault of the enemy's works, his eyes glistened with a fire which, could it have been seen by his maligners, would have left them in no doubt as to his private feelings in regard to the present contest. All the arrangements were complete by three o'clock, and his column was put in motion soon after. The force under his command was as follows: Col. Cook's Brigade.-Seventh Illinois, Fiftieth Illinois, Twelfth Iowa, Thirteenth Missouri, Fifty-second Indiana. The hills at this point are among the most precipiA MARYLAND TRAITOR.-The Mobile Register says: Selecting the Second and Seventh Iowa and the Fiftytous of all those upon which the enemy was posted. "Ex-Governor Pratt, of Maryland, sends a letter by underground railroad to Mr. Benjamin, in which he second Indiana for the storming party, Gen. Smith says that if we of the South hold on a month longer deflected the main portion of his division to the right, -until the middle of April or the last of May and having succeeded in gaining the attention of the Lincoln dynasty will crumble under its own corrup-party, and advanced upon the works from his extreme enemy at this point, himself headed the stormingleft. tion and indebtedness." WHAT THE REBEL WOMEN ARE DOING. the It was a most magnificent sight. Unappalled by the perfect storm of bullets which rained about him, the General on horseback, and with his hat on the point of his sword, preceded his troops, and inspired them with a furore there was no withstanding. Steadily, with unbroken lines, the gallant Hawkeyes and Indianians advanced. The enemy's grape and canister came ploughing through their ranks, but not a shot was fired in return. Closing up the ranks as one after another of the brave fellows dropped to the earth, and animated by the fearless example of their undaunted "TUPELO, Miss., March 29, 1862. "MR. EDITOR: A number of ladies in the eastern part of Pontotoc, Mississippi, have recently united and formed what is called the Coonewah Soldiers' Aid Society. At their last meeting they resolved to give their jewelry, their gold and silver plate to the Confederacy, and to make an earnest appeal to all the ladies in our country to do the same, for the purpose of purchasing or assisting to purchase a navy for the Confed-leader, they pressed steadily on. The works gained, eracy. An old gentleman present said he would give five hundred, or if necessary a thousand dollars for the same purpose. Will you be so kind as to present one tremendous volley was poured into the astonished enemy, and, with fixed bayonets, a charge was made into their ranks which there was no with standing. They fled in confusion over the hills, The men separated; in a few minutes all were en and at last we had penetrated the rebel Sebasto- gaged in something around the camp, as though nothpol, and the misfortunes of the morning were re-ing had happened unusual; but that scene will live trieved. upon their memories while life lasts; the calm look of Scott's face, the seeming look of satisfaction he felt still lingered; and could the President have seen him he would have felt that his act of mercy had been wisely bestowed. But the cannon's roar is to be heard toward Yorktown, and we must be off to the scene. Capt. Stone's battery, which in the mean time had been doing tremendous execution in the rebel ranks, was promptly advanced to the position gained, and instantly, supported by the remainder of his division, the point was secured against any force the enemy could bring to bear against it.-National Intelligencer,-New-York Commercial, April 21. March 5. BATTLE-AXES.-In the lack of guns the rebels on the Tennessee have organized a "Battle-Axe regiment," the men being armed with ancient battle-axes. They carry a banner on which is painted a tree representing "the government of the United States, and the Battle-Axe regiment at the butt chopping the tree down. A DYING SOLDIER PRAYS FOR THE PRESIDENT. Never until we stood by the grave of the Green Mountain boys did we realize how much stranger is truth than fiction. Your readers will all recollect last summer a private was court-martialed for sleeping on his post out near Chain Bridge on the Upper Potomac. He was convicted; his sentence was death; the finding was approved of by the General, and the day fixed for his execution. He was a youth of more than ordinary intelligence; he did not beg for pardon, but was willing to meet his fate. The time drew near; the stern necessity of war required that an example should be made of some one; his was an aggravated case. But the case reached the ears of the President; he resolved to save him; he signed a pardon and sent it out; the day came. "Suppose," thought the President, "my pardon has not reached him." The telegraph was called into requisition; an answer did not come promptly. "Bring up my carriage," he ordered. It came, and soon the important state papers were dropped, and through the hot, broiling sun and dusty roads he rode to the camp, about ten miles, and saw that the soldier was saved! He has doubtless forgotten the incident, but the soldier did not. When the Third Vermont charged upon the rifle-pits, the enemy poured a volley upon them. The first man who fell, with six bullets in his body, was Wm. Scott, of company K. His comrades caught him up, and as his life-blood ebbed away, he raised to heaven, amid the din of war, the cries of the dying, and the shouts of the enemy, a prayer for the President, and as he died he remarked to his comrade that he had shown he was no coward and not afraid to die. He was interred, in the presence of his regiment, in a little grove about two miles to the rear of the rebel fort, in the centre of a group of holly and vines; a few cherry-trees, in full bloom, are scattered around the edge. In digging his grave a skull and bones were found, and metal buttons, showing that the identical spot had been used in the Revolutionary war for our fathers who fell in the same cause. The chaplain narrated the circumstance to the boys, who stood around with uncovered heads. He prayed for the President, and paid the most glowing tribute to his noble heart that we ever heard. The tears started to their eyes as the clods of earth were thrown upon him in his narrow grave, where he lay shrouded in his coat and blanket. A CORRESPONDENT of the Charleston Mercury, in a letter dated at Florence, Alabama, February twentysecond, says: "I see in your paper of the eighteenth an extract from a Northern one, headed an Expedition up the Tennessee River.' "As concerns the account of the joy of the people of Florence at the visit of the gunboats, and upon seeing the old rag, the Stars and Stripes, it is a pointblank, jet-black abolition lie. Not a lady of Florence went to see them, or desired to go, or had any communication with them. They were held in utter detestation by every soul, except one man and his wife, a tailor from Vermont, named Hyde, who had been living here many years. They went down to see them, and were glad, but nobody else. A flag of truce was sent to the enemy by the citizens of Florence, to know what they wanted; this was all the intercourse the people of Florence had with them. The invaders professed to want nothing but government stores, and I believe they did respect private property in the warehouses at the river; they did not come up in the town, which is about the fourth of a mile from the river. It was my opinion that they came on a reconnoitring expedition, and were not in force to kill, steal, and destroy, and therefore their virtue was of necessity, and not of good-will. All the violence they did was to break open the warehouses at the river, and steal what they wanted. "This Vermont friend of theirs was caught that night (the night they left) coming up from a warehouse at the river, with a cart-load of bacon, and is now confined in jail on the charge of stealing it." March 27.-Rev. J. Graves, editor of the Tennessee Baptist, lately published at Nashville, has published a card, in which he informs his patrons that "owing to the sudden and unexpected fall of Nashville, he was unable to move any of his presses, type, or paper, and that the publication of the Baptist will be suspended for the present-probably till the termination of the war." Mr. Graves, who announces his purpose of enbattalion, or company of pikemen, or lancers, so soon tering the military service, proposes to raise a legion, as President Davis announces that such will be re ceived into the confederate service.-N. Y. Evening Post, March 28. BOYS AS SOLDIERS.-Among the New-Orleans soldiers who have responded to the call of Gen. Beauregard, is a regiment made up mainly of youths, many of them coming from their schools to take their places in the ranks. It is said to be a splendidly equipped corps of the best blood in Louisiana, and numbers nine hundred muskets. The regiment arrived at Jackson, Tennessee, on the seventh.-A call has been made in Norfolk for all the boys between sixteen and eighteen years to enroll themselves.-National Intelligencer, March 29. Ar the battle of Winchester, Va., a youthful rebel soldier received two wounds in his breast, and when he was approached by one of our officers he inquired if the officer knew General Banks. He received an affirmative reply. He then said: "Tell him I want to take the oath of allegiance, for I have three brothers in the Federal service, and I want them to know I die true to the Union." FORTRESS MONROE, March 24.-There is a story told of Prince de Joinville, which is worth printing. Like all gentlemen, the Prince dresses very plainly in citizen's attire, and assumes no air of self-importance. He has quite a penchant for making short, solitary rambles, and always keeping his own counsel. The other day he was walking on the wharf, when he was accosted by a sentry of the New-York Tenth regiment, who, not recognising his royal highness, demanded to be shown his pass. The Prince shrugged his shoulders, depressed his eyebrows, looked at the sentry in astonishment, and then putting his hand in his pocket, drew forth the document. Sentry examined it, pronounced it all right, and told him he might "pass on." Just then a comrade of the sentry, who had witnessed the affair, stepped up and asked him if he knew who it was he had just detained? Hang me if I do; I never saw the chap before." "Well," replied the other, "that chap is the Prince de Joinville !" The sentry caved, and for several moments appeared to have discovered something curious about the lock of his musket that required inspection.—Philadelphia Press, March 26. THE Albert Pike who led the Aboriginal Corps of Tomahawkers and Scalpers at the battle of Pea Ridge, formerly kept school in Fairhaven, Mass., where he was indicted for playing the part of Squeers, and cruelly beating aud starving a boy in his family. He escaped by some hocus-pocus of law, and emigrated to the West, where the violence of his nature has been admirably enhanced. As his name indicates, he is a ferocious fish, and has fought duels enough to qualify himself to be a leader of savages. We suppose that upon the recent occasion, he got himself up in good style, war-paint, nose-ring, and all. This new Pontiac is also a poet, and wrote "Hymns to the Gods" in Blackwood; but he has left Jupiter, Juno, and the rest, and betaken himself to the culture of the Great Spirit, or rather of two great spirits, whisky being the second.-New-York Tribune, March 27. WIGFALL IN RICHMOND, The Richmond correspondent of the New-Orleans Crescent writes: You will naturally desire to know how the people of the confederate metropolis stand these trying times, for it is evident that we are not safe in these days of light-draft gunboats and high water. I answer, in the main, we stand it very well. Some, to be sure, are down-hearted, and nobody wears as broad a grin as they did the day after the battle of Leesburg. Still there is a universal determination to do or die-to go down, if need be, with our harness on, warring like a brave people to the last. I passed General Wigfall on my return from dinner, and asked him if there was any news? 'No,' said he, 'I don't believe we have been whipped since dinner; I expect, though, to hear of another defeat in the next five minutes.' "Somehow I can't help thinking of Halleck's asser tion by telegraph to McClellan, that the Union flag is on the soil of Tennessee, never to be removed." This is brag, but the Yankees have up to this time stuck like leeches wherever they have effected a landing. They intrench themselves, and at the first spadeful of earth thrown up by them, our generals give right up, and say all is lost. They have attacked us repeatedly in trenches and forts, and carried the latter invari ably, while we, with the exception of the St. Nicholas affair and a few others, have not done a daring thing through the whole war. Another noticeable thing between the Yankees and ourselves is that they follow up their victories, while we squat down in our tracks the moment a battle is ended. This is a shameful fact, which disheartens me more than anything else. I have no hope now in anybody but God and Beauregard." March 20.-The Atlanta, (Ga.) Confederacy says of the Trumbull Confiscation Bill: "Arouse! ye men of the South! Rush to the field of battle! Sink down in your own blood, and hail it as a joyful and happy deliverance, in preference to submission to the heartless abolition Yankees. Let your battle-cry be: Victory or Death! Far better would it be for the Atlantic Ocean with one swell-surge to rise up and sweep us and all we have into the Pacific, than for the infernal hell-hounds who wage this wicked war on us to triumph. Let any cruelties, any torments, any death that earth can inflict, come upon us in preference to the triumph of the Yankees !" SOUTHERN MANUFACTURES.-Professor Doherty havtheory and practice of Modern Chemistry, in its appliing been long engaged in studying and teaching the cation to the useful arts, and the improved methods of manipulation in the manufacture of many of those important and necessary articles of universal consumption, so much required at present in the confederate States, is now prepared to enter into partnership with reliable associates, who can command sufficient capital and give their time to works of useful and profitable industry. Professor Doherty is occupied with his school-Newbern Academy-and can spare but one whole day in the week, but mornings and evenings are also at his command, and he could direct and superintend various important and lucrative manufactures; for example: soda; soap, rosin-soap, refined soap; candles, tallow and adamantine; lime, from stone, marl, or shells; sulphuric acid, gunpowder, starch, ink, etc. Prof. Doherty also desires to sell shares in a new patent water-filter, and in the patent-right of his approved conical bullet for smooth-bore guns. N. B. Where personal superintendence and instruction are inconvenient or impossible, full and explicit written instructions can be furnished at reasonable rates. Apply to PROF. W. H. DOHERTY, A.M., December 3, 1861. Newbern, N. C. ATTEMPT TO TRAP A FEDERAL GENERAL.-A correspondent, mentioning an interview held between Gen. Mitchel and Col. Morgan, relates the following inci dent. He says: "Col. Morgan, in citizen's clothes, sat at the head of his men, on a magnificent dappled grey horse. I had ample opportunity to see him, sitting, as he was, within six feet of me, and should judge him a very handsome man, six feet or more in height, broad, full will speedily terminate by the acknowledgment of Southern independence.' The remark was the signal for a lull in the conversation, and all eyes were turned upon the General to hear his reply. chest, dark hair and whiskers. A gentleman of our doubt should be entertained as to her sentiments in party, who had known him from early boyhood, re- regard to our unhappy difficulties. The gentlemen marked then: John Morgan was generally the leader present, as they were severally addressed, simply bowin all the boyish pranks played about Lexington, ed in silence, until Gen. Mitchel, who was standing while he was a boy, and the wild, reckless spirit he somewhat away from the party, was singled out. Το then showed has clung to him through early man-him Mrs. Polk remarked: 'General, I trust this war hood.' He was the proprietor of a woolen-factory in Lexington, and had a large interest in a bank. I neglected to prefix the adjective 'faro' to that bank. "It is said that his avowed object in prowling about our camp, in the way he has been lately doing, is to capture some general, in order that he may exchange him for Buckner, who is a devoted friend of Morgan's family, and the latter's beau ideal of a gentleman and soldier. It may not be amiss to add here that his hopes were very nearly realized a few days since. With fifteen of his men he lay concealed in a cedar thicket, near the road-side, within a quarter of a mile of a toll-gate, between this and Col. Kennett's camp. They were scarcely hidden before Gen. Nelson and staff came riding past, and were arrested by the earnest gesticulation of the gatekeeper, who informed them of the ambush laid for them. The General, concluding 'discretion was the better part of valor,' returned to camp. The gatekeeper was found the next day, with his hands tied and a huge stone round his neck, lying in the creek. As it was very shallow, he was not drowned, but from the water he swallowed, added to the fright of having passed through such rough hands, it is thought he cannot recover."-Philadelphia Press, March 24, WHO FURNISHED THE NASHVILLE COALS?-The Hamilton Bermudian, of February twenty-sixth, noticing the arrival of the rebel steamer Nashville at the port of St. George's, states that, "having procured a supply of coals from the Mohawk, now lying in the harbor of St. George's, the Nashville proceeded to sea." Upon reference to the shipping intelligence column, we find that the only vessel of that name in port is the ship Mohawk, Captain Fuller, which sailed for New-York March sixth. Inquiry into this matter, by the proper officers, should be made.-Tribune. THE BOATSWAIN OF THE CONGRESS. Among the many interesting incidents of the naval battle in Hampton Roads is the following: age. "He stood with his lips firmly compressed and his eyes looking fully into those of Mrs. Polk, as long as she spoke. He then said: 'Madam, the man whose name you bear was once the President of the United States; he was an honest man and a true patriot; he administered the laws of this government with equal justice to all. We know no independence of one section of our country which does not belong to all others, and judging by the past, if the mute lips of the honored dead, who lies so near us, could speak, they would express the hope that this war might never cease, if that cessation was purchased by the dissolution of the Union of States over which he once presided.' It is needless to say the effect was electrical, made as the remark was, in a calm, dignified tone, and with that earnestness for which the General is noted; no offence could be taken."-N. Y. Evening Post, March 24. brother of the Governor of Kentucky, has been tried COL. EBENEZER MAGOFFIN, a Missouri rebel, and at St. Louis for murdering a United States soldier and for violation of parole. On the first charge he was declared not guilty, but was convicted on the second, and sentenced to be shot, at such time and place as the commanding officer of the department may direct, and to be confined at Alton until his execution is directed.-Cincinnati Gazette, March 25. duty at Washington, saw by the first despatch from WHEN the veteran Commodore Joseph Smith, on Fortress Monroe, that the frigate Congress, commanded by his son Joseph, had raised the white flag, he only remarked quietly: "Joe's dead!" No Roman father ever paid a nobler or more emphatic tribute of confidence to a gallant son, than is contained in the with more cheerful and entire devotion. And the sad words so uttered, nor gave that son to his country assurance was well founded. The flag was not struck until his son had fallen. "Mr. Charles Johnston, boatswain of the Congressa fine specimen of the thorough seaman, who has been in the navy some thirty odd years- -greatly excited the admiration of the officers by cool, unflinching cour- A FIGHTING EDITOR'S APPEAL.-"Countrymen! felStationed in the very midst of the carnage com-low-citizens! the time of peril has come. All that is dear mitted by the raking fire of the Merrimac, he never to us is suspended upon the issue of arms. The sword lost his self-possession, and not for a moment failed to is the arbiter, and the sword is alone potent when cheer on and encourage the men. Blinded with the numbers are sufficient. Bear this truth in mind, and smoke and dust, and splashed with the blood and let none feel that they are exempt. Let us imitate brains of his shipmates, his cheering words of encour- the example of the ancients; when the cry was, agement were still heard. After the engagement, from Rome demands your help,' all, from the highest to which he escaped unwounded, his kindness and care the most humble, flew to arms. Or, if need be, in spirit in providing for the removal of the wounded, were as at least, imitate the Carthaginian women, who cut off conspicuous as his previous bravery." their hair to make ropes for their vessels. To arms, countrymen! We have nothing to hope for but victory or death. แ MRS. JAMES K. POLK AND GEN. O. M. MITCHEL.The following interesting scrap of news is told by an eye-witness to the scene: "One day last week, Gen. Buell and all the brigadiers of the department who-Paulding (Miss.) Clarion, March. were present, went in a body to call upon Mrs. James K. Polk, and her niece, daughter of the ex-Rev. Gen. Leonidas. Mrs. Polk seemed determined that no My connection with the editorial department of this paper ceases from the present number, in order that I may enter the army of the confederate States." THE Richmond Examiner has found a black Union man in that city, of which the editor speaks as fol lows: "Allen, slave of Richard Whitfield, was yesterday arrested by officer Chalkley, of the city police, on the charge of having proclaimed that 'Jeff. Davis was a rebel, and that he (Allen) acknowledged no man as his master.' This fellow should be whipped every day until he confesses what white man put these notions in his head." THE Louisville Journal says that they are so entirely out of salt in the Southern Confederacy, that the men have to resort to the expedient of scolding the women and spanking the children, and making them shed their briny tears in the beef and pork-barrels. SONGS OF THE REBELS. "NIL DESPERANDUM." INSCRIBED TO OUR SOLDIER BOYS. The Yankee hosts are coming, With their glittering rows of steel, And sharp, from many a skirmish, Comes the rifle's ringing peal, Warning you how very near The Northern "Hessians" are, For though they come on surging, So bravely you must meet them, And face the cannon's blare; True, the cloud is dark and lowering, Just before the break of day. Have faith; the cloud will soon disperse, Go, emulate brave Washington, To drive the proud oppressors By far, the "rebels" there, 'Tis said that "rebel" chieftain, Ere they sought the battle's fray, Would ask our heavenly Father To be their shield and stay; Likewise, if you will ask him, To be a guard about you, And your support and shield; The foe shall fly before you, As you shout your victory there; Then don't forget to plead with him, And never to despair. PINE BLUFF, Ark., March 10. THE GUERRILLAS. Awake and to horse, my brothers! "Who cometh?" "A friend." "What tidings?" "O God! I sicken to tell; For the earth seems earth no longer, "From the far-off conquered cities Comes a voice of stifled wail, And the shrieks and moans of the houseless "I've seen from the smoking village "On the banks of the battle-stained river "Where my home was glad are ashes, And horrors and shame had been there, For I found on the fallen lintel This tress of my wife's torn hair! "They are turning the slaves upon us, And with more than the fiend's worst art "The ties to our hearths that bound him "With halter, and torch, and Bible, And hymns to the sound of the drum, And pray for lust's kingdom to come. "Wherever the vandal cometh Press home to his heart with your steel, "Through thicket and wood go hunt him, Where one of our brothers hath died. "In his fainting foot-sore marches, In his flight from the stricken fray, In the snare of the lonely ambush, The debts we owe him pay." |