Oh, the wild dash they made
Over the river!

Ne'er shall their glory fade;
Massachusetts forever!
Bold Californians!

Sons of St. Tammany!

Joined here your glorious bands
Bravely to do and die.
Far in the distant years,
Still well remembered,

Old men, with gushing tears,
Will tell the proud story,
How, all outnumbered,
The brave Nineteen Hundred
Fought in that field of death,
Fought to their latest breath,
For the Union and glory;

How from their blood there sprang
Thousands to fight again;
How the shout of battle rang
Far over hill and plain,

Till the Stars and Stripes on high,

Like a banner in the sky,
Waved for our victory.

VI.

Honor the living and dead,
Honor the hoary head-
Him who the battle led;
Honor the granite rocks
Of the old Bay State;
Honor the golden rocks
Of the golden gate,
Breasting the battle shocks;
Honor the Keystone State,
Honor the Empire State,
Ever standing together,
Symbols of Union and strength;
Honor all the brave,

Who dashed o'er the river;

Ne'er can their names be sundered,Honor the Nineteen Hundred;

By the blood that was shed,

By the souls of the dead,
By the spirit that burns
Unquenched, at their urns,
Swear, sword in hand,
That our country shall stand
United forever!

TO GENERAL BUTLER.

BY "BAY STATE."

Ben. Butler, my boy,
It gives me much joy

Of your brave words and acts to hear;
So prompt and so quick,
You are truly a "brick,"

Knowing not the meaning of fear.

A MONARCH DETHRONED.

BY MRS. E. VALE SMITH.

"Old Cotton, the King, boys-aha!With his locks so fleecy and white," Descends, like a falling star,

To the sceptre he had no right,—
Boys, no right!

To the sceptre he had no right.

Old Cotton, the King, was so bold,

With injustice to prop up his throne, That now he's left out in the coldThe nations all leave him alone,— Boys, alone!

The nations all leave him alone.

Old Cotton, the King, built his throne On the slaves' forced toil and tears, And each bale was bound with a groan; So he's dead of his guilty fears,Boys, his fears!

So he's dead of his guilty fears.

Old Cotton no more holds the reins;
He's dismembered as well as dead;
His cold heart in the South remains,
But his limbs are mangled and red,—
Boys, and red!
But his limbs are mangled and red.

Old Cotton, the once potent King,

Is struck from his impotent throne;

Each continent now claims a limb;

His heart, cold and chill it has grown,Boys, has grown!

His heart, cold and chill it has grown.

Old Cotton will once more arise,

But not all in his native land; His right arm, under Afric's skies, Will stretch to the Indies a hand,Boys, a hand!

Will stretch to the Indies a hand.

Old King Cotton's white feet will spring

A line from the central zone,

And Ganges the death-harvest bring
Of him who once ruled alone,—
Boys, alone!

Of him who once ruled alone.

-N. Y. Evening Post, July 18.

GOD PRESERVE THE UNION.

BY JOHN SAVAGE.

"There is no safety for European monarchical Governments, if the progressive spirit of the Democracy of the United States is allowed to succeed. Elect Lincoln, and the first blow to the separation of the United States is effected."-London Morning Chronicle.

"I hold, further, that there is no evil in this country for which the Constitution and laws will not furnish a remedy. Then we must maintain our rights inside of the Union in conformity with the Constitution, and not break up the Union."-Douglas at Memphis, October, 1860.

Brothers, there are times when nations
Must, like battle-worn men,
Leave their proud, self-builded quiet,
To do service once again;

When the banners blessed by Fortune,
And by blood and brain embalmed,
Must re-throb the soul with feelings
That long happiness hath calmed.
Thus the Democratic faith that won
The Nation, now hath need
To raise its ever-stalwart arm,
And save what twice it freed.

So, friends, fill up

The brimming cup
In brotherly communion;
Here's blood and blow
For a foreign foe,

And GOD PRESERVE THE UNION!

There are factions passion-goaded,
There are turbulence and wrath,
And swarthy dogmas bellowing
Around the people's path;
There are false lights in the darkness,
There are black hearts in the light,
And hollow heads are mimicking

The Jove-like people's might.
But ah! the Democratic strength
That smote an empire's brow,
Can with its regnant virtues tame
Mere home-made factions now.
So, friends, let's band
For Fatherland-

In brotherly communion,
Let every mouth

Cry" North and South,"

And GOD PReserve the UNION!

While the young Republic's bosom
Seems with rival passions torn-
Growing from the very freedom

Of the speech within it born:
Europe, in its haggard frenzy
To behold no earthly sod,

Where its white slaves may unbend them,

Or bend but to Freedom's God-
Europe madly hails the omen-
Strains its bloodshot eyes to view
A native treason toiling at
The work it strove to do.

So, friends, let's all,
Like a rampart-wall,
In granite-built communion,
Stand firmly proud

'Gainst the kingly crowd,

And GOD PRESERVE THE UNION!

Immortal as our heroic sage

Is every law he made;

The earth, the heavens, may fade from age, But his laws cannot fade.

CHORUS-TO arms! to arms! &c.

We're born to die-then let us die

Where glory weaves death's wreath; On to the fight, our patriots cry

To victory or death.

The bayonet thirsts for traitors' gore;
Bright gleams the patriot's sword;
Place us our country's foe before,
And give the battle-word.
CHORUS-TO arms! to arms! &c.

A banner o'er our heads we raise,
Ennobled in past wars;
On it the light of freedom plays
The glorious Stripes and Stars.
A star may fall from yonder sky,
Or clouds its lustre mar,

But that broad flag we raise on high
Must never lose one star.

CHORUS-TO arms! to arms! &c.

THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY THE OCCASION,

On the Night of Thursday, July 4, 1861.
BY "J. C. B."

Night has enveloped in her robes the earth,
And thousands in rejoicings unite,
Commemorative of a Nation's birth,

Which thrilled of yore each patriot with delight, And bade him hope that in this favored clime Freedom would bloom perennial through all time.

Standing upon Potomac's verdant shore,

I gaze upon these tributes to the day,
And, whilst the rockets and the camp-fires pour
A radiance almost rivalling night's sway,

I ponder sadly on events which bring
To every heart a shadow and a sting.

Far more magnificent than all the show
Which man conceited in his art would try,
Behold the comet with mysterious glow

Spreads its vast tail athwart the star-gemmed sky.*
And lo! a meteor blazes through the night,
The fleet precursor of the rocket's flight.t

How peaceful is the spot where now I stand;
Across yon river hear what stir and noise.

This "heavenly messenger" by some astronomers is supposed to be the return of that known as "the Emperor Charles the Fifth," but this is doubted and denied by others, and it seems to have come unbidden and taken the world by surprise.

t Of this meteor an Alexandria correspondent of the Evening Star writes:-"Last evening, (4th,) while a grand pyrotechnic display was taking place throughout the loyal States, a still grander and more beautiful one took place in the heavens. Some eight or ten minutes past 8 o'clock, whilst it was yet early twilight, a magnificent meteor was observed at this place. Its direction was from northeast to southward. Although at the time of its appearance it was hardly dark, yet it was of such intense brightness that it cast a shadow as deep almost as that cast by the sun. Its track could be plain y traced for five or ten minutes after its appearance by the bright streak of light which it left. Its scintillations were beautiful and gorgeous beyond description."

Here, the sweet products of kind Nature's hand;
There, man, mad man, most wickedly destroys
The fairest temple which was ever reared,
By good men rev'renced, and by bad men feared.
Surrounded thus, with scenes to stir the heart,
And thinking sadly of events and men,
Is it a weakness that the tear should start,

To make comparison between now and then? Then, when our country towered in its prime; Now, when it totters under loads of crime.

And can it be, that in so brief a space,

Since our brave fathers independence won, That such unprofitable, deep disgrace

Thus brands the country of a Washington, And makes each patriot through the world lament, Lest man's incapable of self-government?

In Freedom's name, behold Americans

In hostile ranks glare one upon the other, And, urged by madness, meditate their plans, Each to pour out the life-blood of his brother; And all to wreck the only earthly prize Beyond all measure in the patriot's eyes!

And must it be, that man should strive to mar,
With crime and passion, God's supreme decrees,
And, with the hot and blasting breath of war,

Deface the beauty of such scenes as these,
For the mere gratification of a whim,
Which barters peace for devastation grim?

Can nothing check this fratricidal strife,

And must the Ship of State in stormus go down? Must brothers madly seek each other's life?

Ruin and murder wither with their frown? O God of mercy, spare thy people! spare, And keep us freemen, as our fathers were! GISBORO', OPPOSITE WASHINGTON.

OH, SAY NOT IT IS BORNE TO EARTH!

BY REV. EDWARD G. JONES.

Oh, say not it is borne to earth,
Our Banner pure and bright;
For every star shall prove its worth,
With undiminished light.
Baptized afresh, devotion warm
That pennon shall unfold,
And scatter o'er the battle's storm
Its purest shower of gold.

Amid the din of clanking steel
Its waves of hope shall rise,
To give endurance to the will,

And kindle languid eyes;
And as its bearers sink in dust,
Stout hearts upon the wing
Shall seize it, to redeem the trust,
And new defiance fling.

Upborne upon the swelling surge,
Like meteor on the main,
To glory 'twill the patriot urge-
Glory without a stain.

Still in the van, though hardly pressed,
No rival can it own;

The cherub daughter of the West, Round whom our arms are thrown!

A fearful pause may seem to come,
But o'er its azure face

Shall never steal, while Hope is dumb,
One tinting of disgrace.

For Faith her sinewy arms shall spread,
To catch the tottering staff;
And to the sunbeam newly wed,
The dew of youth 'twill quaff.

A million voices speed it on,

From climes beyond the sea,

Where, 'neath the despot's shaded throne,
Bursts new-born Liberty.
From glaciers to the torrid line

Comes forth the blended strain"Bear it aloft, that type divine; Bear it aloft again!"

Then, say not Freedom's chosen bird
Is wearied on the wing;

For waits she but the burning word
The thunderbolt to fling;

But poised in air, with quickened sight,
She waits the signal given,

And Treason shall retire from light,
Accurs'd of man and Heaven.

-Philadelphia Bulletin, Aug. 2.

THE TWO FURROWS.

BY C. H. WEBB.

The spring-time came, but not with mirth;-
The banner of our trust,

And, with it, the best hopes of earth
Were trailing in the dust.

The farmer saw the shame from far,

And stopped his plough a-field;

"Not the blade of peace, but the brand of war, This arm of mine must wield.

"When traitor hands that flag would stain, Their homes let women keep;

Until its stars burn bright again, Let others sow and reap."

The farmer sighed-"A lifetime long
The plough has been my trust;
In truth it were an arrant wrong
To leave it now to rust."

With ready strength the farmer tore
The iron from the wood,

And to the village smith he bore

That ploughshare stout and good.

The blacksmith's arms were bare and brown,
And loud the bellows roared;
The farmer flung his ploughshare down-
"Now forge me out a sword!"

And then a merry, merry chime
The sounding anvil rung;

Good sooth, it was a nobler rhyme
Than ever poet sung.

The blacksmith wrought with skill that day;
The blade was keen and bright;
And now, where thickest is the fray,
The farmer leads the fight.

Not as of old that blade he sways,
To break the meadow's sleep,
But through the rebel ranks he lays
A furrow broad and deep.

The farmer's face is burned and brown, But light is on his brow;

Right well he wots what blessings crown The furrow of the Plough.

"But better is to-day's success,"

Thus ran the farmer's word; "For nations yet unborn shall bless This furrow of the Sword."

-Harpers' Weekly

INDE X.

to Gen. Benjamin Lincoln, 1789,
D. 3; Doc. 146
"Adams' Troop" of Natchez, Miss.,
P. 85

"Addenda to the celebrated 'Nine

Miles to the Junction.'" by
Lieut. Millard, U. S. A., P. 16
"A Disunionist answered," Doc. 127
"Ad Poetas," by Geo. H. Boker, P.
African Slavery, Mr. Powell's reso-
lution in reference to,

ALLEN, W. P., escapes from Sudley
Church, Va.,
D. 46
Allegiance, National and State, Doc. 206
to King Cotton,
Doc. 208
Doc. 467
"Alvarado," the bark, destroyed
near Fernandina, Florida, D. 56
account of the capture and de-
struction of the,
Doc. 489
ALVEY, R. H., rebel account of the
arrest of,
P. 83
America, War expenses and war
taxes in,
Doc. 119

of Col. Hampton, rebel, at Bull
Run,
P. 6
of Gen. Beauregard at Bull Run,
P.
of Lieut.-Col. Frank Fiske, 2d
N. H. Regiment,
P.

6

8

of a N. Y. Zouave and a Vir-
ginian,

P. 8

Ely, M. C.,

army,

of-
of a chaplain in the National
P.
of a young man, wounded in the
shoulder,

P. 8

P.

89

P.

of an artilleryman,

P.

D. 24

P. 60

of two brothers at the battle of
Bull Run,
P.
of the Shriver Greys, rebel, P. 13
of Mrs. Curtis,

9

ALBERGER, F. A., Seward's letter to,
on Foreign enlistments, D. 59
ALDEN, -, Capt., cannonades Gal-
veston, Texas,
Doc. 484
Alexandria, Va., slaves at, liberated,
D. 51
murder of the U. S. pickets at, P. 56
Alien Law, the Confederate, D. 63
Jeff. Davis' proclamation relative
to,
D. 66
Aliens, Confederate Congress act
respecting alien enemies, Doc. 492
Jeff. Davis' proclamation in refer-
ence to the act respecting alien
enemies,
Doc. 526
ALLEN, Col. First Regt. N. Y. S.
V., arrested at Fortress Monroe,
D. 11
D. 65

"A Monarch dethroned," by Mrs.
E. Vale Smith,
ANDERSON, --, Col. 4th Regt. O.
S. V.,
D. 5
ANDERSON, FRANK, Lt.-Col., rebel,
P. 31
ANDERSON, ROBERT, Gen., receives
a gold medal from the citizens
of New York,
D. 24
tribute to, by Reverdy Johnson,
Doc. 145
Anderson Zouaves, N. Y. S. V., left
N. Y.,
D. 75
ANDREW, JOHN A., Gov., calls upon
the citizens of Mass. to fill up
the regiments,
D. 73
Proclamation to the citizen sol-
diers of Mass., Aug. 20, Doc. 539
Anecdotes, of Turner, the rebel

P. 109

P. 15
of the bravery of Henry Benson,
of Wisconsin, at Bull Run, P. 15
of Rev. J. M. Willey,
P. 15
of a Fire Zouave "falling back,"
P. 16