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ALLATOONA.
DISMOUNTED from his horse,
On the summit of the hill, Stood
our gallant General CORSE,
And he stood erect and still.
He could see them far below,
From the summit where he stood,
He could see them come and go, All the rebels under HOOD.
Under all the far-off trees
He could see them form their
lines, They were gathering like bees
Beneath the oaks and pines.
And the hero watched them now
As a man may look on death, With
a clouding of the brow
And a quickening of the breath.
For the traitors were a host
That hourly swelled and grew, And
around him at his post
The loyal men were few.
Then heavenward looked he,
And a prayer was in his eyes, But
the banner of the free
Waved between him and the skies.
And the blue of heaven was bleat
With the stars, as if, just then,
'Twas an answer God had sent
To the leader and his men.
Up the hill the flag of truce
With its folds of dingy white,
Came as if it could seduce
Our General from the fight.
And the message that it brought
From the rebel in the wood Was as
if a coward wrought
As a scribe for General HOOD.
" Now yield ye to our strength,
Ere we come with might and main,
For yield ye must at length,
And the bloodshed will be vain."
On the flag gazed General CORSE,
As in thought, but not in doubt;
Then he leaned upon his horse,
And he wrote this answer out :
Ye may come whene'er ye will,
Ye may come with might and main,
I will answer for it still
That the bloodshed is not vain."
Back, underneath the trees,
Went the flag of truce, and then,
Like clouds of climbing bees,
All the valley swarmed with men.
No pen can paint the strife,
Nor the long and desperate fight
When we gave life after life
For our flag and for the right.
We saw the false ranks reel,
And all the bloody morn They sank
beneath our steel
Like newly ripened corn.
Bleeding and faint our chief,
But watching still, he stood,
With a smile of grim relief,
The retreating ranks of HOOD.
And he murmured, " I mourn the
dead, And blood has poured like rain,
But 'twas true as truth that I
said,
It should not be shed in vain.
UNION REFUGEES.
WE give on our first page an
illustration representing
UNION REFUGEES AT KINGSTON, GEORGIA, on their way North. The number of
these arrivals is daily increasing. Since
SHERMAN with the main body of his army
advanced southward, abandoning Northern Georgia, this region has become one not
very safe and pleasant to those who have by the presence of our army been
emboldened to declare their preference for the old Union. The
Richmond journals
dwell upon the departure of these loyalists with peculiar satisfaction, on the
ground that it diminishes that opposition in
Georgia which has always been an
element of danger to the Confederacy.
INSPECTION ON BOARD THE
" METACOMET."
WE have frequently given
illustrations of the inspection of our land forces. We give our readers this
week on page 789 a representation of the crew and guns of the gun boat Metacomet
at their Sunday morning inspection. The Metacomet belongs to
Admiral FARRAGUT'S
Gulf Squadron, and mounts ten guns, some of which appear in the sketch. This is
one of our lately built gun-boats, having been in commission during the past
yeas only. She took a prominent part in the capture of the forts and in the
fight with the Tennessee in
Mobile Bay last August.
FRONT AND REAR.
THE interesting sketch which we
give our readers this week on
page 796 represents a curious but saddening
feature of the battle field. Look at the picture of the battle at the front,
where our poor soldiers, battling for the country theirs and ours are risking
precious lives, are suffering from severe,
if not mortal, wounds, and their
blood stains the contested field. Turn then from this picture and look to what
is going on in the rear. Here, under shelter of heavy wagons, are teamsters and
sutlers, and other noncombatants,
playing cards, or engaged in other amusements,
as regardless of what is going on a few rods distant at the front what games
contested or what problems solved as if they were congregated together at a
fair. Between the mimic strife in the rear and the exciting game at the front
how short a space, but a contrast of what opposites !
THE
STONE RIVER MONUMENT.
THE Stone River battle ground is
in the vicinity of Murfreesborough, Tennessee. Indeed the battle there fought is
frequently called the battle of Murfreesborough. The battle was fought on the
last day of 1862 and the second day of 1863, and was one of the most severely
contested on record. Our force, under
General ROSECEANS, numbered little more
than 40,000, while General BRAGG commanded an army of over 60,000. Our loss in
killed amounted to 1500, in wounded to 7245 ; the total loss being twenty per
cent. of the army engaged. The fighting really lasted during
seven days, and
resulted in our occupation of Murfreesborough. No more gallant fighting was ever
done than by our army at Stone River, and it is fitting that over the resting
place of so many brave heroes should be erected this memorial of soldierly
fellowship and of popular gratitude.
CAPTURE OF THE "HOPE."
WE illustrate on
page 797 the
capture of the blockade runner Hope by the United States steamer Aeolus on the
morning of October 22. The vessel was chased out from the bar of Cape Fear River
and captured after a run of five hours. She was one of the finest of the fleet
of blockade runners; she was built in Liverpool in 1864 at a cost of L60,000.
Her crew numbered sixty-eight men. She was built of steel, and her engines are
from the Victoria Iron Works. She is 400 feet long, 40 feet beam, and is 1200
tons English measurement. Every thing about the ship at the time of its capture
was in an excellent condition. Her cargo also was valuable. The Aeolus is a
small boat not intended for a sea-going vessel, presenting a great contrast to
her prize, which is a powerful ocean steamer. She has since captured the Lady Stirling, bound from Wilmington to Nassau, with 960 bales of cotton.
HUMORS OF THE DAY.
THE END or TABLE-TURNING.—An
inmate of a lunatic asylum, driven mad by Spiritualism, wishes to try to turn
the multiplication-table.
A CANINE EPITAPH.
To kindred earth all dogs must
pass—This one's short life is over;
As people say, he's "gone to
grass," Let's hope, poor dog, it's clover.
The son of a fond father, when
going to war, promised to bring home the head of one of the enemy. His father
replied, "I should be glad to see you come home without a head, provided you
come safe."
Why is October the right month
for a pugilistic encounter?—Because it's the season for a brew, Sir.
" MOTTO FOR CROQUET—"She Stoops
to Conquer."
An Irishman was challenged at the
polls in Windsor, Vermont, and his naturalization papers demanded. After much
hesitation he handed over a paper that proved to be a bill against himself for
two barrels of whisky.
A FISHY CONUNDRUM.
Q. Who swallowed Jonah?
A. The whale.
Q. Then why is a milkman like a
whale?
A. Because he gets his prophet
(profit) out of the water.
What are the two most sinful
letters in the alphabet ?—N V.
What are the two most intemperate
letters of the alphabet ?—X S.
What two letters of the alphabet
shall become a necessary adjective ?—S N shall.
What two letters of the alphabet
are an ornithological adjective ?—B K.
What two letters of the alphabet
are most like a peacock ?—P N.
What two letters of the alphabet
have least in them?—M T.
What two letters of the alphabet
are best to drink ?—B R or A L.
What two letters of the alphabet
are most like the cranium of a drone ?—B Z.
What two letters of the alphabet
resemble an affectionate remembrance ?—A I.
What two letters of the alphabet
are not cheap?—D R. What two letters of the alphabet don't you want your tooth
to be like ?—A K.
"I say, old fellow, what are your
politics?" said one friend, quizzing another. " Conservative ; my father was
Conservative," he replied. " And what is your religion ?" continued the other.
"Protestant; and my father was Protestant," was the answer. " And why are you a
bachelor ?" said the other. " Because my father was a—oh, confound it 1 don't
bother me with your stupid questions."
CAUTION TO IMPOLITE BACHELORS.
A lady of our acquaintance, whose
temper is not generally considered to be of the beat, was insulted by a young
gentleman. The incautious young man failed to admire a new bonnet she had on.
Mark the retribution. She laid herself out for his capture, successfully—we
regret to say —and now the poor wretch is not only bound to admire her bonnets,
but, worse than all, to pay for them!
TOO LITERAL.
CUSTOMER (who has been long
waiting). " I say, waiter, how long will my chop be ?"
WAITER. " About four inches and a
'arf, Sir!"
A QUESTION FOR THE HOUSEKEEPER'S
ROOM.—Why is a lady preserving fruit like one of the West Indian Islands
—Because she becomes a Jam-maker.
A chiropodist in Paris commences
his puff with these words: " All the world has corns; the fairest, bolded best ;
Romeo doubtless had corns; Juliet had, probably and you, ladies and gentlemen,
need not blush to expose your feet to the operator."
Why is Shylock a most difficult
character to perform? Because it is almost an impossibility to do a Jew.
BEEF TEA.—A venerable Scotch
divine, who in his day and generation was remarkable for his primitive and
abstinent mode of life, at length fell sick, and was visited by a kind hearted
lady from a neighboring parish. On her proposing to make some beef tea, he
inquired what it was, and being informed he promised to drink it at his usual
dinner hour. The soup was accordingly made in the most approved manner, and the
lady went home, directing hint to drink a quantity every day until her return.
This occurred a few days afterward, when the lady was surprised to see the beef
tea almost undiminished, and to hear it denounced by the worthy clergyman as the
worst thing he had ever tasted. She determined to try it herself, and having
heated a small quantity, pronounced it excellent. "Ay, ay," quoth the divine,
"the tea may drink well enough that way, but try it wi' the sugar and cream as I
did!"
A BROTH OF A CONUNDRUM From what
city of Europe would you be most likely to get a basin of soup ?—Turin (Tureen).
A BRAVE MAN.—One who isn't afraid
to wear old clothes until he is able to pay for new.
EXTRAORDINARY FACT.—A modern
physiologist notes the extraordinary fact that, at the dinner table, every time
a man crooks his elbow his mouth opens.
A gentleman being prevailed upon
to taste a lady's home made wine, was asked for an opinion of what he had
tasted. "I always give a candid one," said her guest, "where eating and drinking
are concerned. It is admirable stuff to catch flies."
ADVICE TO RAILROAD AGENTS.—Have
no ideas beyond
your station.
Desertions from the battle-field
may appropriately be called the bolts of war.
HOW TO TAKE HIM.—" You don't know
how to take me!," said a vulgar fellow, to a gentleman he had insulted. " Yes I
do," replied he, taking him by the nose.
THE PRIDE OF A COAT.—A rich
manufacturer at Sedan, somewhat remarkable for stinginess, went to a celebrated
tailor at Paris to order a coat. He asked the price. "A hundred and fifty
francs." He thought this rather dear.
"I shall furnish my own cloth,"
he said. "Just as you like, Sir," replied the tailor. The coat having been sent,
the manufacturer asked what he had to pay for the making. "A hundred and fifty
francs," was again the answer. "But I furnished the cloth." "Sir," said the
tailor, "I never reckon the
cloth; I always give it into the bargain."
A " FIRE ESCAPE."—When it breaks
out.
Why is gas like poetry?—Because
it is always found in metre.
Upon a traveler telling General
Doyle, an Irishman, that he had been where the bugs were so large and powerful
that two of them would drain a man's blood in one night, the General wittily
replied," My good Sir, we have
the same animals in Ireland, but
they are called hum-bugs."
"Children," said a considerate
matron to her assembled progeny, " you may have every thing you want, but you
mustn't want any thing you can't have."
" So you are going to teach
school ?" said a lady to her maiden aunt. " Well, for my part, sooner than do
that I would marry a widower with nine children." "I would
prefer that myself," was the
quiet reply; "but where is the widower?"
The anger which flushes the face
is not so deadly as that
which makes it pale. The red heat
is less intense than the white.
CONSOLATION TO CRIPPLES.—Why is a
man with a cork
leg never likely to be forgotten
by his friends ?—Because he is remembered.
WANTED.—The receipt which is
given when a gentleman "pays his respects."
A country clergyman was a good
deal astonished one day by the jollity of the mourners at a funeral "
breakfast," and was gravely told in explanation, "Bless you, Sir, they're only
dissembling their grief."
THE BELLE OF THE VILLAGE.
" AH ! it's a nice thing to be
the belle of the village ; to walk down the little street with a quiet,
independent air, and feignedly unconscious that all the marriageable girls are
looking out with envy, and all the youths with love ; tripping along toward the
sea shore, pretending not to see Fred Wilson, the young farmer, as he half reins
in his stout cob to bow as he passes, and to walk by the retiring waves for an
hour on the hard, firm sand, with a little coquettish soup plate straw hat upon
the top of those wanton tresses, floating down and half covering a charming
little figure, every golden hair being a very chain dragging some poor heart at
its end."
Not a bad soliloquy that for an
old bachelor of five-and-forty, down by the sea-side for the benefit of his
health and to get his broken wind mended. I had just turned out of my lodgings,
and was following in the wake of the fair craft, Amy Ellis—when at Rome we must
do as the Romans do; and being in a fishing village full of amphibious farmers,
I of course felt it incumbent upon me to talk sea slang, which of course I did
very badly and out of place. I was soon down upon the sands among shingle, dog
fish, and skate eggs, star-fish, and jelly-fish, and the stranded shells of many
a ship-wrecked cockle.
I was not surprised upon reaching
the shore to find that Fred Wilson had made a circuit, and crossing the
sand-bank, had reached the spot where Amy was walking, and was now by her side,
leading his horse by the rein. The sight put me in mind of a score of years
before, of moonlight walks, of evening rambles, and wild-flower gathering, and I
felt rather lonely as I thought of years slipped by, never to re-turn, buried
hopes and fears; and looking far out to sea at the pallid rising moon, I had
gone into a deep fit of musing, living the past over again, and wondering as to
the future, when my chain of thought was broken by the heavy thud, thud of Fred
Wilson's horse as he cantered up to me. In a minute he pulled up at my side, and
I was about to ask after Amy when I saw the last flutter of her ribbons, and the
last wave of her hair as she stepped lightly through the gap in the sand-bank.
Some-thing was evidently wrong, for Fred was looking most fearfully blue. He was
a favorite of mine, for I used to set him down as the beau-ideal of a bluff
young Saxon farmer, and by way of cheering him up, I pressed him to sup with me,
perhaps rather selfishly, for it would help to cheer use up, too.
I could see plainly enough what
was the matter,
and I had to use a great deal of
persuasion before I could gain his consent ; but I carried my point, and an hour
afterward we were chatting over the fire, smoking some capital Havanas which I
had brought down with me, and drinking some brandy-and-water, the essence of
which had never paid duty, and under whose influence Fred had become
communicative. He was in love, and Amy was a jilt—a flirt : he was half mad, he
said, and nothing would give him any satisfaction but breaking the heads of
Harry Henderson and a few others. But he would not de that ; he would leave the
place for good, that he e, would.
And so days and weeks rolled by,
and my stay had almost reached its fullest limits.
I had only another day to spend
at Delsthorpe, and felt rather reluctant to part from the quiet village and the
hospitable friends I had met with. I felt, too, that I should regret much the
salt sea-breeze which had given me back my health—richest pearl that the sea can
produce. My last day was a fete day—" Delsthorpe Dancing,"a day annually looked
forward to as the reunion of friends and relations. The parties in some of the
farm-houses mustered rather strongly, and it fell to my lot to be under the same
roof as Amy Ellis and Fred Wilson. Cross purposes were rife ; flirting was in
the ascend-ant, and a dark cloud hovered over Fred's brow, growing blacker as
the evening wore on.
At last, tired of the heated
room, I made my es-cape to enjoy an evening walk upon the sands, and had hardly
reached the intervening bank when I started as a heavy hand was laid upon my
shoulder, the thick sand having muffled the footsteps of my follower. I found on
turning that it was my young friend Wilson, and I could just see by the dusky
twilight that he wore any thing but a pleasant aspect. I knew his complaint so
well that I would not revert to it, but pulled out my cigar-case, and, lighting
up, we climbed the sea-bank and sat down in silence. It was a warm, close, heavy
autumn night, thick clouds hung overhead, and the darkness was fast closing
round. The sullen wash of the water upon the piles, and the constant heavy roll
of the waves upon the shingle added to the gloominess of the evening, while a
sighing breeze, which kept coining in puffs and dying away again, seemed to my
shore-going weather-wisdom to portend a storm. As the waves broke upon the shore
their crests seemed, as it were, on fire, and the phosphorescent light wore the
appearance of the tail of some huge rocket rushing along the sands. Fred's
thoughts were evidently with the party we had left, and he smoked on in silence,
while I watched the peculiar phenomenon before me. At length I broke the silence
and said, " Is not this very much like a storm coming on, Fred ?" But before he
could re-ply a rough voice at my elbow exclaimed, " Storm it is, as sure as guns
is guns ; glass has been going down ever since one o'clock, and what with this
heavy tide and the blow that's coming on, I reckon we shall have the bank pretty
well shaved before morning."
Our informant was one of the
revenue men, who, with his glass under his arm, had come up unobserved and given
us the unasked benefit of his opinion on the weather. He touched his hat and
walked on, and we could just see that he was busying him-self with striking the
top spar of the signal-mast, which stood on the highest part of the sand-bank.
" Tell you what," said Fred, "
there's a rum one coming on, or else old Snodger would never be letting down the
flag-staff, for he doesn't do that for a capful of wind. It's odd, too, you were
saying you would like to see one of our storms, and here it is coming the very
night before you leave; for come it will, that's certain. If old Snodger says a
storm's brewing, you may depend upon seeing the yeast come flying over the
sine-hills. By Jove ! what a puff!" he continued, as a sudden gust nearly took
his cap off.
"Well, I really should like to
see one of the storms you describe," said I ; "not a shipwreck, mind, and bodies
washing ashore for days after, but it storm without injury to life or property ;
for in-deed there is something majestic in the warring of the elements--the
rushing winds, the scudding clouds, the metal-tube-like roar of the heavenly
artillery, and the vivid flashing of the arrowy lightning. There is something to
my mind intensely poetical in the majestic fury of a tempest."
"Yes, very," said my companion,
dryly; " very poetical, no doubt; but, as in this case, intensely damp; and if
you'll take my advice, you will come with me from among these pattering drops,
and try to find a little more poetry indoors."
" Bravo, Fred!" I exclaimed;
"that's the most sensible speech I've heard you make lately. I believe you are
turning into the right road again, and are going to give a manly tone to the
bent of your feelings."
" Ah, well," said the poor
fellow, sighing, " it was about time ; for I've made a fool of myself, or been
made one of, quite long enough."
It was no time for further
conversation without doors, for the rain was beginning to stream down, and the
wind howling in fitful gusts over the "wat'ry waste." I hurried home, and after
my customary chocolate and cigar, retired to my bedroom. Upon opening the
casement, I could tell that the storm had much increased; but the darkness and
rain proved themselves insuperable obstacles to my leaving the house to go
storm-gazing; besides which the wind was not sufficiently high to create the
"mountains high" waves that would satisfy the de-sire I felt to see a storm on
the sea-coast.
Sleep fell softly on my
eyelids—one of the great blessings of the sea air that may be commended to the
sleepless. The wind rushing by the house lulled me to my rest, and I was soon in
the land of dreams, or rather in that deep, sound repose whose waking banishes
the sleeping workings of the brain. I must have slept for some time when a
sudden noise, that seemed to my waking senses like thunder, roused me with a
start, and I listened anxiously for a repetition of the sound. I looked toward
my window, but every thing seemed of pitchy blackness, and for a time the
startled pulsation of my . heart, with its heavy throb, throb, was all that I
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