The sun swells big in a last fond gaze, big with the light of love Come hither and see, it will not daze, for the purple grows misty above. Drive home the spur! a riderless horse into the night leads on; Follow! faint not! his master's corpse is many a mile by-gone. On! on! deem not the danger passed till the wishedfor goal be won. "WHO GOES?"-"Thank God! the lines, at last!" and the hard race is done. "Boys! who is here ?" a trooper cried; "How many are alive?" And the stern courier's voice replied: "BRAVE COM RADES, WE ARE FIVE!" EDMUNDUS SCOTUS, Ninth Illinois Cavalry. CYRIL'S WOOD, ARK. THE "OLD CONCERN." A NEW SONG BY UNCLE SAM. The "Old Concern," which has so long Through long, long years, your happy lot It gave-what else you ne'er had got- An honest cent would earn? And yet you wish to run away, Remember Bunker! Lexington! The Delaware! Yorktown! Then think what caitiffs you must be, You're rich, because you robbed my till, And when your negroes run away, You then, perhaps, will learn It had been wiser far to stay And mind the "Old Concern." When anarchy's dread wings unfurl To which ambitious fiends would hurl Ah! then, perhaps but when too late- How happier was your former state O madmen! time will surely come Ah! yes, you'll come before not long, To strive and wipe out all the wrongs You've done the "Old Concern !" A VOICE FROM CAMP. We are men of Massachusetts! O shades of mighty dead! Awakened from your sleeping by the thunder of our tread! Do ye marvel at the striving of your sons above your graves? Do ye ask, what means this reddening clash of bayonets and glaves? They would pluck the stars from out the flag, and break the corner-stone, And in Freedom's sacred altar-place erect a reeking throne! But we are sworn to finish what you so well began, While we battle for the Union of our fathers, man to SONGS UPON THE BATTLE-FIELD.-A brave and godly captain in one of our Western regiments, told us his story as we were taking him to the hospital. He was shot through both thighs with a rifle-bullet—a wound from which he could not recover. While lying on the field he suffered intense agony from thirst. He supported his head upon his hand, and the rain from heaven was falling around him. In a little while a little pool of water formed under his elbow, and he thought if he could only get to that puddle he might quench his thirst. He tried to get into a position to suck up a mouthful of muddy water, but he was unable to reach within a foot of it. Said he: "I never felt so much the loss of any earthly blessing. and beautiful above the dark field, and I began to "By and by night fell, and the stars shone out clear think of that great God who had given his Son to die a death of agony for me, and that he was up there-up above the scene of suffering, and above those glorious stars; and I felt that I was going home to meet him, and praise him there; and I felt that I ought to could not help singing that beautiful hymn: praise God, even wounded and on the battle-field. I "When I can read my title clear, To mansions in the skies; I'll bid farewell to every fear, "And," said he, "there was a Christian brother in the brush near me. I could not see him, but I could hear him. He took up the strain, and beyond him another and another caught it up, all over the terrible battle-field of Shiloh. That night the echo was resounding, and we made the field of battle ring with hymns of praise to God." THE WAR OF CAVALRY AND NEGROES.-It is announced in the Northern telegrams that one hundred thousand cavalry are soon to be armed and equipped for our destruction. Simultaneously we hear from every quarter that regiments and brigades of negroes are also being impressed into the ranks of our foes. The cause of these new movements is clear; our enemies, despairing of conquest by armies of infantry, and unwilling longer to expose their own precious persons to the privations, suffering, and death resultant from a fair and equal conflict, are resolved to burn up raids in the interior, and to add the horrors of a St. our cities, bridges, depots, and dwelling-houses, by Domingo massacre to their own plundering and brutal warfare. Such elements of darkness do not mean reünion; they do not even stop at the idea of conquest and subjugation; they can only portend utter desolation and extermination. We feel profoundly touched at the sad and solemn picture of the future that is thus weaving in the womb of fate, but we are not sure that it is to be deplored as an unmixed evil; thousands of innocent, helpless, and noble hearts will fall crushed and bleeding under the wheels of this Juggernaut of fanaticism, but from the blood of the martyrs will spring the seed of the Church, and the temple of hope and freedom will be rebuilt and reconsecrated. We cannot thus be subdued. We shall rise higher, more intact and united as these ten-fold furies, thus turned loose, have to be met and confronted. Our government must develop its reserved energies, cast away forbearance, and humbly imitating the course said by Milton to have been pursued by our Creator when the devils heaved up volcanic mountains and tartarean pitch to overwhelm his angels and desolate heaven, we, too, must gather the two-edged sword, and pour out a consuming fire that will deluge the East with destruction, burning, and the horrors of despair. We can arm and equip fifty thousand of our veterans, who never fled from the face of an enemy, and can move unhurt, and almost unchallenged, from Cincinati to Boston. They can lay in ashes the richest and most populous of Northern cities, leaving behind them a belt as broad and as burning as the elliptic. They can run a burning plough-share over the hot-beds of puling fanaticism, from which sprang the Ate turn ed loose on the South. If our President will but announce and permit such a policy, he will be justified in the eyes of the civilized world, and will evoke a new spirit in the South that has never yet been called into action. Thousands of men are just now thrust out with cruelty and ignominy from Louisiana, Tennessee, Kentucky, and Maryland, and they are thirsting to go back with fire and sword. Thousands more of our people, who have felt that mere defence of our own land was not the true policy, would be stirred to their inner depths by the trumpet call of invasion. We believe firmly that myriads at the North are prepared to take refuge in our ranks from the storm of despotism that is darkening around If it be necessary, in order to save ourselves from cavalry raids and negro massacres, that we should raise the war-cry of "Blue bonnets over the border," We have struggled long and faithfully to meet the exigencies of this contest in a fair, open, and manly fight; but when the demons of hell are to be turned loose on our beautiful land, and its civilization choked amid blood and flames, we must, in self-defence, pour back the fell tide of ruin on our barbarian foes and make them sing, amid the falling glories of their once-thriving cities, the song of the Persian poet: "The spider has woven his web and the owl hath sung in the towers of Apasiab." them. so be it. We shall meet the truculent Yankees as the Indian Conanchet did when they sought his alliance after murdering his people and devastating his land. He raised himself proudly to his full height and replied: "The fire that consumed the lodges of my people turned the heart of Conanchet to stone."-Chattanooga Rebel. AN INSULT TO THE FLAG AVENGED.-A butternut meeting was held at Barnesville, Belmont County, Ohio, and before the speeches were made the "faithful" had a procession, in which they carried a flag with seven stars, and a string of butternuts appended. A soldier belonging to the Third Ohio infantry, named Brackley Machanna, upon seeing this, armed himself with a large butcher knife, and cut the flag in pieces, and daring any man to speak against the National Government, also inflicting a severe wound on the side of the face of the man carrying the disloyal emblem. The mass of the people there assembled were completely terrified by the threats of the brave fellow. This man deserves high promotion for his deed of valor, and we hope that he may be justly rewarded.Columbus (0.) Fact. June 8.-A medal of honor was awarded to private Samuel Johnson, of company G, Ninth Pennsylvania reserves, for having, by individual bravery and daring, captured from the enemy two colors, at the battle of Antietam, September seventeenth, 1862, and received, in the act, a severe wound. He was transferred to the Invalid Corps as a commissioned officer. AN EXTRAORDINARY CASE OF WOUNDS. NASHVILLE, June 1.-The most extraordinary case of surviving apparently mortal wounds that has ever come under my observation is that of John W. Vance, comPany B, Seventy-second regiment of Indiana mounted infantry, commanded by Colonel Miller. Murfreesboro; but at that time I had no idea of the Early in April I made a brief report of the case from The demoniacal malignity severity of the wounds. that could have induced any one bearing the human form to have inflicted such wounds under the circumstances, seems almost beyond conception. While the regiment to which young Vance belonged was scouting near Taylorsville, Tennessee, he and a companion were taken prisoners. During the next twenty-four hours their captors treated them kindly. They neither saw nor heard any thing to lead them to them till they came within a mile or two of Lebanon. suspect that any different treatment was in store for Here the rebels wished to be free from the care of their prisoners. They therefore tied them to a tree. A Captain French, of the rebel army, objected to the plan of leaving them thus pinioned, and at once coolly and calmly drew his revolver and fired three shots through the head of each as they were pinioned to the Vance was unfastened he fell forward on his face, and trees. His companion was at once despatched; but as another of the rebel band, named Cartwright, fired the fourth shot through the victim's head. his consciousness. He heard all they said and knew the fourth and fifth of April, when he was discovered all they did. Here he lay twenty-six hours, during by some of our troops and brought into camp, and his wounds dressed by a surgeon of one of the Ohio regiments. Nothing was done for him till thirty-two hours after he was wounded. These are the facts. Now for the nature of the wounds: Vance assures me that he did not at any time lose They were inflicted by the large revolver used by our cavalry, and the cold-blooded murderers fired within a yard of the prisoned victim's head. The first shot took effect about an inch back and below the right cheek-bone, and came out on the opposite side, about the same distance from the left cheekbone. The second ball entered about an inch and a half below, and a little nearer the ear than the first, and passing through in the same line as the first, breaking the jaws and loosening the teeth. The third entered the neck just below and in a line vertical to the lower tip of the ear. This lodged in the opposite side of the neck, from whence the surgeon removed it. The fourth-the one that had been inflicted by Cartwright, after he had been thrown on his face-entered back of his ear, about the centre of combativeness, and escaped through his left eye, completely destroying it. And yet John W. Vance lives and looks well and hearty. He is an intelligent, fine-looking young man, just arrived at his majority. I sat half an hour on the adjoining cot, and conversed with him and examined his wounds while he was eating his dinner; and he ate with the relish of a man who loves life and desires to prolong it. The loss of his left eye will be his only real disfigurement. But how it was possible for four leaden messengers of death to pass through the parts they did without proving mortal, is a marvellous problem. But such are the facts, and they are of sufficient importance to be perpetuated.-Cincinnati Gazette. and spoon. PLEASANT BEDFELLOWS.-A diary of a prisoner of war contains the following suggestive incident: "Becoming drowsy, I borrowed a blanket, went into the depot, and finding a vacant place between two prostrate forms, dropped down to rest and was soon lost in forgetfulness. I have no knowledge of how long I slept, but getting cold, I partially awoke, and hunching my right-hand partner, requested him to roll over He made no reply, and giving him a tremendous thump, I again besought him to spoon, but it was no go. Turning on my other side I shook my other bedfellow, and made the same request. He too paid no heed to my desire. Exasperated at what I considered his unaccommodating spirit, I determined to bring matters to a crisis. Drawing up my left leg, I gave him a most unmerciful kick, but he was as immovable as the rock of ages. I was now thoroughly awake. Jumping up, I turned down the blankets, first on one and then on the other, and by the dim fire-light beheld on either hand a corpse. My nap was finished. In the morning I learned that they were rebel dead, brought down from Murfreesboro for burial at Chattanooga. KNOXVILLE, TENNESSEE, June 4.-Never within the memory of the "oldest inhabitant " have there been more beautiful fields of wheat than bless East-Tennessee to-day. We heard it said when stampeding was going on that there would be no labor in the country to plant a crop. The Register, it was said, by its ultra course was driving the Lincolnites out of East-Tennessee and when the Lincolnites were driven out there was no labor left to plant a crop for this season. The result is, that there has been more wheat planted in East-Tennessee, and, by the blessing of providence, a greater crop, than ever was known. On every plain, on every hill, the grain stands up healthful and heavy—the big ears are crying for the reapers. Now, all through our land there is going up a wail that there is not labor enough to save this great crop which God has vouchsafed us. General Beauregard has been addressed in Georgia, has been solicited to let the soldiers go home to reap their wheat, that their wives and children may not starve. General Beauregard, as far as we can learn, has not responded to the cries of the soldiers' wives. In East-Tennessee we are more fortunate. We have a large force here in our nitre and mining bureau; good, trusty fellows, who under Captain Finnie's direction, have been digging villainous saltpetre out of the bowels of the earth. In consideration of their delving in caves and boiling nitrous earth, they have been exempted from conscription. They have done good service for the Confederacy. Captain Finnie, Through their aid, has shipped innumerable barrels of nitre to the confederate powder-mill. But now the question arises, how is our great crop of wheat to be saved? It was suggested to the commander of this department that the nitre brigade might render essential service in this matter. General Buckner, being a practical man as well as a valiant soldier, has consented that the nitre men shall have a furlough during harvest, not only to gather their own crops, but to assist their neighbors, and especially the wives and children of soldiers who are in the army. We have no doubt that under the regulation which Captain Finnie will adopt, the nitre brigade will do good service in the ensuing harvest. Some of our tory friends, whose wheat-fields, contrary to their expectations, give promise of an enor mous yield, have raised the cry that there is no labor to reap the unprecedented crop that blesses the land, fields. They have the right to do as they please in regard to their own fields; we have only to say that we think they have not acted prudently or wisely. There was labor enough in the country to plant a great crop in spite of all the croakers, and we venture to say there is labor enough to save the crop in EastTennessee, great as it is. and therefore have turned their stock into their wheat General Buckner has acted very promptly in view of the emergency, and we have reason to believe that the measures he has taken will be ample to meet all the requirements of the season. A GALLANT DEED AND A CHIVALROUS RETURN. In the movement of Stoneman's cavalry the advance was led by Lieutenant Paine, of the First Maine cavthe main body, he encountered unexpectedly a supe alry. Being separated by a considerable distance from rior force of rebel cavalry, and his whole party were taken prisoners. They were hurried off as rapidly as possible, to get them out of the way of our advancing force, and in crossing a rapid and deep stream Lieutenant Henry, commanding the rebel force, was swept off his horse. As none of his men seemed to think or care any thing about saving him, his prisoner, Lieutenant Paine, leaped off his horse, seized the drowning man by the collar, swam ashore with him and saved his life, thus literally capturing his captor. He was sent to Richmond with the rest of the prisoners, and the facts being made known to General Fitz-Hugh Lee, he wrote a statement of them to General Winder, the Provost-Marshal of Richmond, who ordered the instant release of Lieutenant Paine, without even parole, promise, or condition, and, we presume, with the compliments of the Confederacy. He arrived in Washington on Saturday last. This act of generosity as well as justice must command our highest admiration. There is some hope for men who can behave in such a manner. But the strangest part of the story is yet to come. Lieutenant Paine, on arriving in Washington, learned that the officer whose life he had thus gallantly saved had since been taken prisoner by our forces, and had just been confined in the Old Capitol Prison. At the last we heard of him he was on his way to General Martindale's headquarters, to obtain a pass to visit his beneficiary and benefactor. Such are the vicissitudes of war. We could not help thinking, when we heard this story, of the profound observation of Mrs. Gamp: "Sich is life, vich likevays is the end of hall things hearthly." We leave it to casuists to determine whether, when these two gallant soldiers meet on the battle-field, they should fight like enemies or embrace like Christians. For our part, we do not believe their swords will be any the less sharp, nor their zeal any the less determined, for this hap-hazard exchange of soldierly courtesy. "YANKEES." BY JAMES S. WATKINS. Ir is the "chivalry's" delight In calling "Yankees" all they can! Who but the "Yankees" dared to break And who but they, with iron will- Call me a "Yankee!"-who but they, O'er Delaware's proud but frosty tide, With frozen feet, once pushed their way, Led on by WASHINGTON, their pride! Who but a "Yankee" forced to yield Cornwallis' trembling Hessian horde, And, as the victor of the field, Received that British tyrant's sword? Who but the "Yankees " fiery hot, Won laurels, too, at Lundy Lane? Who but the "Yankees " forced to wave, Not very many years ago, Our banner, emblem of the brave, Who but the "Yankees" dared to say Stacked arms three thousand chivalry! Who but the "Yankees," brave and free, Upon the fierce contested field, Forced the usurping "chivalry" Their boasted battle-ground to yield? Who but the "Yankees" did compel The rebels from Pea Ridge to flee, Leaving their wounded where they fell, To hear the shouts of victory? Who but the "Yankees " braved the tide Of battle, when its heat begun, And stormed the frozen, rocky side Of that stronghold, Fort Donelson? And who but "Yankees" captured there Full "thirteen thousand" daring men, While "seven thousand" still prepare To stack their arms, at Number Ten? And shoot the vile arch-traitor dead? At Gettysburgh, 'twas "Yankees" too, And back to Jeff's dominions cross! 'Twas "Yankees," too, boldly attacked Call me a "Yankee!"--who but they O'er New-Orleans the freeman's flag! Who know, perhaps, the future more, Will keep it spread, till unity Shall bless our land as heretofore? Then call me, friends, a "Yankee "—ay, I cannot better live, to die, Than by so proud, so brave a name ! I am a "Yankee" first and last! No other name to mine affixCall me a "Yankee" loud and fast, And place beside it '76! A wandering hunter spied the spot, A moment's joy and then forgot, A moment pure and a moment free, A lagging moment forever sped, Then hurried onward toward the sea. Swept off, the victim of wild intrigue, "Twixt the ripples and waves of the Conococheague. On that spot now rests a quiet town, |