principle; of principle purified and refined by the no- and he thought it must be a mistake, when another ble fires of an enthusiastic patriotism-a war waged by ball came ploughing through his cap, just about an inch men who put their heart and conscience in every and a half above his head. That made him mad; he blow they deal, who know their rights, and knowing, did not come there to be picked out for a target, and dare maintain. I earnestly invite all men between so he up with his "Floyd Gun," and popped away at the age of eighteen and forty-five to address me im-them. A soldier by his side asked him what good he mediately, thereby securing to themselves the exalted thought he did, when he (the chaplain) considered it privilege of participating in the glory of a glorious an insult, and told the soldier if he did not tumble campaign. E. M. READING, box 33, Montgomery, the next man down, he would report him for wasting Ala.-Sumter Watchman, June 19. ammunition. The soldier let drive, when one of the Secessionists threw his arms into the air and disappeared behind the breastworks.—Easton (Pa.) Erpress, June 29.

AN INEXHAUSTIBLE BOTTLE.—At the encampment of the First Massachusetts regiment, near the Chain Bridge, above Washington, a pleasant discovery was made. Noticing a leaky spot on the hillside, an ingenious Yankee inserted a bottle, with the bottom knocked off, and a copious stream of pure water spouted forth. It is called the "inexhaustible bottle," but, unlike that of the wizard, it gives forth but one kind of beverage-a health-giving and purifying fluid, such as slaked the thirst of the Israelites when Moses smote the rock, and which the Saviour of mankind imbibed when he met the good woman at the well of Samaria.-National Intelligencer, June 28.

"6 LETTUCE ALONE."

I was in an eating-house one day,
When I heard a customer loudly say-
แ Bring me a salad," and right away
The waiter ran the call to obey,
And placed before the man in a trice
A lobster salad looking very nice.

"No, no," said the man with petulant groan,
"All I ask is lettuce alone."

I looked at the man-he was gaunt and thin,
With hollow eyes and cadaverous skin.
Then I said to myself, as I rubbed my eyes,
This must be Jeff. Davis in disguise,
For no one else I've ever known,
Would ask, for a salad, lettuce alone.

-Boston Sat. Evening Gazette, June 29.

FEMALE MILITARY COMPANY.-A female military company, named the "Union Captivators," has been formed at Falmouth, near Covington, Ky., and over thirty of the most interesting young ladies of the place have joined the organization. The uniform is an apron of the old-fashioned cut, made of red, white, and blue-that part covering the bosom representing the stars, and the lower part the stripes. A gentleman who witnessed the company drill the other evening, says he never saw a more interesting sight, the youth, beauty, and patriotic enthusiasm of the ladies, and their graceful drilling, presenting at once a most novel and highly pleasing spectacle.-Ohio Statesman, June 29.

A LIVELY CHAPLAIN.-A member of the Richardson Light Infantry of Lowell, writing home from Fortress Monroe, gives a sketch of a New York chaplain who is full of fun and fight. He was asleep when the troops started for Great Bethel, but as the last company started he was awakened, and dressed himself, mounted his horse and started. He has a small pistol about four inches long, which he calls the Floyd Gun." The Lowell Volunteers gives the following account of the chaplain's share in the battle: He went into the field to encourage the men and take care of the wounded, when one of them "durn" Secessionists blazed away at him. It astonished him,

PRACTICAL PATRIOTISM.-Some generous-hearted ladies and gentlemen in Philadelphia have formed an association for the purpose of promoting the comfort of the troops passing through that city en route to Washington.

The departure of each regiment from Jersey City is announced to the managers by telegraph; and on its arrival at Philadelphia each officer and soldier is afforded proper facilities for performing his ablutions, and afterwards furnished with hot coffee, sandwiches, hain, beef, bread, crackers, and other refreshments ad libitum.

After satisfying the immediate wants of the inner man, each soldier is supplied with provisions for his journey through to Washington, and his canteen is filled if desired with tea or coffee.

The beneficial effect of this particular feature of the liberal arrangement is seen in the repeated instances of soldiers emptying whiskey out of their canteens, and substituting in its place palatable tea or coffee.-National Intelligencer, June 29.

SEARCH FOR CONTRABAND.-The correspondent of the Boston Journal relates the following incidents attending the search for contraband at the Relay House, Maryland. We quote:

The

You hear the whistle of the train bound for Harper's Ferry. As it comes rounding the curve, the guard is drawn up on each side of the track. Soon as the train stops, a soldier steps on each platform of every car, and sees that no one gets off or on. one whose business it is to "develop" any contraband articles or persons, enters the forward passenger car. He looks under the first seat, and finds nothing but a very suspicious female. Her hoops are very large, and she looks about the waist as though she indulged in a free use of cotton, or else is a walking train in the use of the rebels. The searcher looks, but doesn't know what to do. He cannot, of course, treat her as he would a man, for everybody would call him a brute, and besides, he has no taste for such things. At last he timidly requests that she will rise, in the hope that some treasonable article may fall and discover her character.

Here is a man who either looks a little confused, or else puts on a stolid expression, as though he were utterly indifferent. After having carefully investigated this seat, the searcher politely asks the individual to empty his pockets. Mind you, this is really done politely, and while asking a thousand pardons for the demand. All letters directed to individuals south of the Potomac are confiscated. Oftentimes they are found to contain valuable information. If the man is very suspicious, the search is correspondingly rigid. The hands are passed over his coat and inside his vest, and woe be to him if any thing is discovered that stamps him as a spy. So the cars are

Col. Jones was once going through a train on the scent of suspicious articles. He saw between two seats a small basket. The top was partly raised and discovered some sandwiches, gingerbread, etc. It was of course nothing surprising to see a luncheon basket in the cars. The conductor came up and said, “Finally, the destroying of my small flag, or of Colonel, an old woman owns that basket; I believe my town property, is a small matter. The carrying she has stepped into the forward car." Well, that out of the State upon the mad wave of secession is was very reasonable. However, just as he was going also a small matter, compared with the great principle to leave it, the Colonel put his little finger under the involved. Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perhandle, to see how much a basket of luncheon weighs, ish, I am a Union man, and owe my allegiance to the you know. But the thing didn't come up. Some- Stars and Stripes of my country. Nor can I, in any how it stuck to the floor. He then applied his whole possible contingency, have any respect for the Govhand, and after removing the gingerbread, he discovernment of the Confederate States, originating, as it ered about half a peck of bright brass buttons, which did, and being controlled by the worst men in the were on their way to adorn the uniforms of Virginia | South."—Easton (Pa.) Express. rebels.

Laughed at the sight the direful laugh of scorn.

ment of the Confederate troops, all within hailing dis- | While Europe's despots, growing strong and proud, tance, (the river not more than one-quarter of a mile wide at this point.) A challenge was proclaimed by some two or three of the Federal troops to meet the same number of the Confederate troops in the middle of the river, (which is fordable below the ferry,)

shake hands and drink each other's health. The challenge was accepted, and divesting themselves of their arms and a portion of their clothing, they met, exchanged salutations and drank together in mutual friendship. These troops had been skirmishing across the river some six or eight days previous, with cannon, rifles, and musketry.

IN Mr. Russell's sixth letter to the London Times, written somewhere in South Carolina, he says:"From all quarters have come to my ears the echoes of the same voice," * "the chorus that rings through the State of Sumter, Pinckney, and Marion "* * "That voice says: "If we could only get one of the royal race of England to rule over us, we should be content!""

*

"Oh, pale avenger of thy country's wrong,
Point me no further with thy bloody hand,"
cried, "nor show me unto whom belong
The terrors that afflict my native land!

I

"My country, oh, my country! where I stand,
That one word UNION wakes this antique land,
From Alps to Etna, past me rolls the cry,
And leads her sons to triumph or to die!

"And thou, the great exemplar, having lit

The torch that dazzled tyrants, canst thou thrust That torch into the sea, and calmly sit

While Treason tramps your altar to the dust?"

The sainted patriots cry, "It cannot be !"
From heaven they speak, and from their graves re-
vered;

The God who gave them victory will not see
The temple shattered which their toii has reared!
Written in Rome, January 6, 1861.

A SONG FOR THE TIME.

Pray, who has been "poking fun" at our clever visitor, after this fashion? To soft-solder a foreigner to a moderate extent, may be excusable on the score of politeness; but when such broad humbugs as this are palmed off on intelligent travellers, really it is too [As surely as the leaves are coming out under the breath bad. We think the "chorus of the State of Sumter, of Spring, so surely will that nobler spirit of patriotism, Pinckney, and Marion," has been guilty of a positive which is now stirring the North, create music and songs discourtesy toward Mr. Russell.-Savannah Repub-articulate notes the unwritten music, to which the popuIn the meanwhile, until the poets begin to sing in

lican.

A VISION IN THE FORUM.

BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.

I stood within the Forum, and I saw
The great triumphal temples, marble white,
Spring into splendor, without stain or flaw,
A world-wide wonder and the land's delight.

Then came the great Deliverer, and his way

Was arched with banners and o'erstrewn with flowers,

And jubilant clarions proudly seemed to say, "United Italy once more is ours! "

"United Italy!" I cried, and thrust

My voice amid the tumult of the rest, When suddenly pale Brutus from the dust Arose, and pointed to the blushing West.

The gladness died within me, for behold,
I saw a vision on the sunset shore:
A lovely woman, made by anger bold,
In maniac rage her starry mantle tore.

Sweet Peace, affrighted at her brow of ire,
Sped wildly far, and broke her olive wand,
While Discord entered with her scourge of fire,
And flaming War made bare his bloody brand.

And Liberty, with sad averted head,

Fled from her presence, weeping as she flew; While crowned Tyranny rushed in instead, Completing all that Discord left to do!

The trampled nations sank and wept aloud—
Sank in despair with sorrow overborne ;

lar heart is beating time, the following paraphrase of a few stanzas of Aytoun's "Scottish Cavalier," which may be sung to the familiar tune of "The Old English Gentleman," may do a little service by way of relief.]

Come, listen to another song

That shall make your heart beat high, Bring the crimson to your forehead, And the lustre to your eye;

A song of the days of old,

Of the years that have long gone by,
And of the yeomen stout and bold,
As e'er wore sword on thigh.

Of the brave old Yankee* yeomen
Of the days of Seventy-six !

For when the news was spread abroad,
The struggle had begun,

Far over all our Northern hills

They started up as one;

And from many a farm and workshop,
Ere the setting of the sun,

They watered with their sacred blood
The field of Lexington.

The true old Yankee yeomen
Of the days of Seventy-six !

They were the first to bend the knee
When the standard waved abroad;
They were the first to face the foe
On Bunker's bloody sod;
And ever in the van of fight,

The foremost still they trod,
Until, on many a well-fought field,
They gave their souls to God.

Like true old Christian yeomen,
The men of Seventy-six !

We use the term "Yankee" in the sense in which the South uses it, as synonymous with "Free-State men."