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POETRY. AS Many as I Love, 290. Love's Inconsistencies, 290. Lines to a Clergyman who says Slavery is not a Sin, 290. Via Crucis, Via Lucis, 335. To Robert Gould Shaw, 335. Our Dead, 335. Mark's Mother, 336. Who and Whence, 336.

SHORT ARTICLES.-Literary and Scientific Intelligence, 315. Mr. Carlyle, 315. Solar Light, 334. Lighthouse Illumination by Electricity, 334. History of Poland, by Count Walewski, 334.

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AS MANY AS I LOVE.-LOVE'S INCONSISTENCIES.

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LINES TO A CLERGYMAN WHO SAYS SLAVERY IS NOT A SIN.

No sin to buy and sell and hold

The negro in his galling gyves, And pocket the blood-crusted gold, The price of human hearts and lives? No sin to steal an African,

And rob him of each sacred right; Wipe from his brow the stamp of man And blot the stars out of his night?

No sin to score his quivering back

With the red lash dripping there, Because his Maker made him black, Thickened his lips and crisped his hair? No sin to tear his frantic wife

From his outreaching arms of love; What God has joined, divorce for life,

Though Heaven forbids it from above?

No sin to steal the clinging child

From the fond mother's dear embrace,
And leave her broken-hearted, wild,
And crazed, to curse her ebon race!
God gave the black a living soul,
A conscience and a heart to feel;
Wrote freedom on his spirit's scroll,
And sealed it with his holy seal.

Woe unto him who breaks the chart
Endorsed by God's unerring hand,
A curse shall smite his cruel heart,
His brow shall wear the slaver's brand.
No greater, grosser crime than this
Can man commit who steps aside ;
Christ in the slave, with leprous kiss,
Is thus betrayed and crucified.

When hoary priest, with honeyed tongue,
Long face, and lubricated knees,
Bows low before this brazen wrong,
And prates like the old Pharisees,
We look to see the earth divide,

And falling fire from Heaven consume
The impious babbler in his pride,
And leave no mourners at his tomb.
GEORGE. W. BUNGAY.

-N. Y. Evening Post.

LOVE'S INCONSISTENCIES.

BECAUSE my lady's eyes are tender blue,
And her sweet face is framed in golden hair,
I straightway vow, and ready am to swear,
No woman can be lovely if not fair!
Yet if my love were dark, I should declare
Beauty was dark-and I should mean it too;

Protesting that I only loved brown eyes,

Doted on hair black as the raven's wing;
And I should make me sonnets, and should
sing

In sweetest tones, my lady hearkening, Praise, oft-repeated, of the self-same thing: In truth, Love does not make us overwise.

Yea, if my lady bent her brows to frown,
I should maintain her loveliness too rare,
Too perfect, for so slight a thing to mar;
And I should say her frown was sweeter far
Than all the smiles of other women are,
And more became her than a golden crown.

But since my love is gentle, meek, and fair,
And smiles on me, her lover, graciously;
And when I come, receives me lovingly;
And when I go, parts from me tenderly,
Saying "When wilt thou come again to me?"
It needs must be that I praise golden hair,
And for her sake praise blue eyes and fair brows,
As sweetest, purest, loveliest, and best;
Most womanly, most winning, prettiest,
And dearest every way; and for the rest-
The other eyes and hair, nor blue, nor fair-
Despise them all! And so I end my vows.

From Blackwood's Magazine.

THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG AND THE CAMPAIGN IN PENNSYLVANIA. [Extract from the diary of an English officer present with the Confederate army.]

June 20 (Saturday).—Armed with letters of introduction from the Secretary at War for Generals Lee and Longstreet, I left Richmond at 6 A.M., to join the Virginian army. I was accompanied by a sergeant of the Signal Corps, sent by my kind friend Major Norris, for the purpose of assisting me in getting on. We took the train as far as Culpepper, and arrived there at 5.30 P.M., after having changed cars at Gordonsville, near which place I observed an enormous pile of excellent rifles rotting in the open air. These had been captured at Chancellorsville; but the Confederates have already such a superabundant stock of rifles that apparently they can afford to let them spoil. The weather was quite cool after the rain of last night. The country through which we passed had been in the enemy's hands last year, and was evacuated by them after the battles before Richmond; but at that time it was not their custom to burn, destroy, and devastate-everything looked green and beautiful, and did not in the least give one the idea of a hot country. In his late daring raid, the Federal General Stoneman crossed this railroad, and destroyed a small portion of it, burned a few buildings, and penetrated to within three miles of Richmond; but he and his men were in such a hurry that they had not time to do much serious harm.

Culpepper was, until five days ago, the head-quarters of Generals Lee and Longstreet; but since Ewell's recapture of Winchester, the whole army had advanced with rapidity, and it was my object to catch it up as quickly as possible.

On arriving at Culpepper, my sergeant handed me over to another myrmidon of Major Norris, with orders from that officer to supply me with a horse, and take me himself to join Mr. Lawley, who had passed through for the same purpose as myself three days before.

is utterly indifferent to civilization and comfort. Although he was unwell when I arrived, and it was pouring with rain, he proposed that we should start at once-6 P.M. I agreed, and we did so. Our horses had both sore backs, were both unfed, except on grass, and mine was deficient of a shoe. They nevertheless travelled well, and we reached a hamlet called Woodville, fifteen miles distant, at 9.30. We had great difficulty in procuring shelter, but at length we overcame the inhospitality of a native, who gave us a feed of corn for our horses, and a blanket on the floor for ourselves.

June 21 (Sunday).—We got the horse shod with some delay, and after refreshing the animals with corn and ourselves with bacon, we effected a start at 8.15 A.M. We experienced considerable difficulty in carrying my small saddle-bags and knapsack, on account of the state of our horses' backs. Mine was not very bad, but that of Norris was in a horrid state. We had not travelled more than a few miles when the latter animal cast a shoe, which took us an hour to replace at a village called Sperryville. The country is really magnificent, but as it has supported two large armies for two years, it is now completely cleaned out. It is almost uncultivated, and no animals are grazing where there used to be hundreds. All fences have been destroyed, and numberless farms burnt, the chimneys alone left standing. It is diffi cult to depict and impossible to exaggerate the sufferings which this part of Virginia has undergone. But the ravages of war have not been able to destroy the beauties of nature— the verdure is charming, the trees magnificent, the country undulating, and the Blue Ridge Mountains form the background.

Being Sunday, we met about thirty negroes going to church, wonderfully smartly dressed, some (both male and female) riding on horseback and others in wagons; but Mr. Norris informs me that two years ago we should have numbered them by hundreds.

We soon began to catch up the sick and broken down men of the army, but not in great numbers; most of them well shod, though I saw two without shoes.

Sergeant Norris, my new chaperon, is cousin to Major Norris, and is a capital fel- After crossing a gap in the Blue Ridge low. Before the war he was a gentleman of range, we reached Front Royal at 5 P.M., and good means in Maryland, and was accustomed we were now in the well-known Shenandoah to a life of luxury; he now lives the life of a Valley-the scene of Jackson's celebrated private soldier with perfect contentment, and campaigns. Front Royal is a pretty little

place, and was the theatre of one of the earliest fights in the war, which was commenced by a Maryland regiment of Confederates, who, as Mr. Norris observed, "jumped on to" a Federal regiment from the same time the village has changed hands continuState, and " whipped it badly," since that ally, and was visited by the Federals only a few days previous to Ewell's rapid advance ten days ago.

After immense trouble we procured a feed of corn for the horses, and, to Mr. Norris's astonishment, I was impudent enough to get food for ourselves by appealing to the kind feelings of two good-looking female citizens of Front Royal, who, during our supper, entertained us by stories of the manner they annoyed the Northern soldiers by disagreeable allusions to Stonewall Jackson."

We started again at 6.30, and crossed two branches of the Shenandoah River, a broad and rapid stream. Both the railway and carriage bridges having been destroyed, we had to ford it; and as the water was deep, we were only just able to accomplish the passage. The soldiers, of whom there were a number with us, took off their trousers and held their rifles and ammunition above their heads.

Soon afterwards our horses became very legweary; for although the weather had been cool, the roads were muddy and hard upon them.

ing is serviceable, so also are their boots; but there is the usual utter absence of uniformity as to color and shape of their garments and hats: gray of all shades and brown clothing with felt hats predominate. The Confederate troops are now entirely armed with excellent rifles, mostly Enfields. When they first turned out, they were in the habit of wearing numerous revolvers and bowieknives. General Lee is said to have mildly remarked, "Gentlemen, I think you will find an Enfield rifle, a bayonet, and sixty rounds of ammunition as much as you can conveniently carry in the way of arms." They laughed and thought they knew better; but the six-shooters and bowie-knives gradually disappeared, and now none are to be seen among the infantry.

The artillery horses are in poor condition, and only get three pounds of corn a day. The artillery is of all kinds-Parrotts, Napoleons, rifled and smooth bores, all shapes and sizes; most of them bear the letters U.S., showing that they have changed masters.

The colors of the regiments differ from the blue battle-flags I saw with Bragg's army. They are generally red, with a blue St. Andrew's Cross showing the stars. This pattern is said to have been invented by General Joseph Johnston, as not so liable to be mistaken for the Yankee flag. The new Confederate flag has evidently been adopted from this battle-flag, as it is called. Most of the colors in this division bear the names Manassas, Fredericksburg, Seven Pines, Harper's Ferry, Chancellorsville, etc.

At 8.30 we came up with Pender's division encamped on the sides of hills, illuminated with innumerable camp-fires, which looked very picturesque. After passing through about two miles of bivouacs we begged for shelter in the hayloft of a Mr. Mason: we turned our horses into a field, and found our hayloft most luxurious after forty-six miles' ride at a foot's pace. Stonewall Jackson is considered a regular naturally. As Mr. Norris observed to me, demigod in this country.

June 22 (Monday).-We started without food or corn at 6.30 a.м., and soon became entangled with Pender's division on its line of march, which delayed us a good deal. My poor brute of a horse also took this opportunity of throwing two more shoes, which we found it impossible to replace, all the blacksmiths' shops having been pressed by the troops.

The soldiers of this division are a remarkably fine body of men, and look quite seasoned and ready for any work. Their cloth

I saw no stragglers during the time I was with Pender's division; but although the Virginian army certainly does get over a deal of ground, yet they move at a slow, dragging pace, and are evidently not good marchers

"Before this war we were a lazy set of devils; our niggers worked for us, and none of us ever dreamt of walking, though we all rode a great deal.”

We reached Berryville (eleven miles) at 9 A.M. The head-quarters of General Lee are a few hundred yards beyond this place. Just before getting there, I saw a general officer of handsome appearance, who must, I knew from description, be the commander-in-chief; but as he was evidently engaged I did not join him, although I gave my letter of introduction to one of his staff. Shortly afterwards

I presented myself to Mr. Lawley, with whom I became immediately great friends. He introduced me to General Chilton, the adjutantgeneral of the army, to Colonel Cole, the quartermaster-general, to Captain Venables, and other officers of General Lee's staff; and he suggested, as the head-quarters were so busy and crowded, that he and I should ride to Winchester at once, and afterwards ask for hospitality from the less busy staff of General Longstreet. I was also introduced to Captain Schreibert of the Prussian army, who is a guest sometimes of General Lee and sometimes of General Stuart of the cavalry. He had been present at one of the late severe cavalry skirmishes, which have been of constant occurrence since the sudden advance of this army. This advance has been so admirably timed as to allow of the capture of Winchester, with its Yankee garrison and stores, and at the same time of the seizure of the gaps of the Blue Ridge range. All the officers were speaking with regret of the severe wound received in this skirmish by Major Von Borke, another Prussian, but now in the Confederate States service, and aide-de-camp to Jeb Stu

art.

After eating some breakfast, Lawley and I rode ten miles into Winchester. My horse, minus his foreshoes, showed signs of great fatigue, but we struggled into Winchester at 5 P.M., where I was fortunate enough to procure shoes for the horse, and, by Lawley's introduction, admirable quarters for both of us at the house of the hospitable Mrs. -, with whom he had lodged seven months before, and who was charmed to see him. Her two nieces, who are as agreeable as they are good-looking, gave us a miserable picture of the three captivities they have experienced under the Federal commanders Banks, Shields, and Milroy.

The unfortunate town of Winchester seems to have been made a regular shuttlecock of by the contending armies. Stonewall Jackson rescued it once, and last Sunday week his successor, General Ewell, drove out Milroy. The name of Milroy is always associated with that of Butler, and his rule in Winchester seems to have been somewhat similar to that of his illustrious rival in New Orleans. Should either of these two individuals fall alive into the hands of the Confederates, I imagine that Jeff Davis himself would be unable to save their lives, even if he were disposed to do so.

Before leaving Richmond, I heard every one expressing regret that Milroy should have escaped, as the recapture of Winchester seemed to be incomplete without him. More than four thousand of his men were taken in the two forts which overlook the town, and which were carried by assault by a Louisianian brigade with trifling loss.

The joy of the unfortunate inhabitants may easily be conceived at this sudden and unexpected relief from their last captivity, which had lasted six months. During the whole of this time they could not legally buy an article of provisions without taking the oath of allegiance, which they magnanimously refused to do.

They were unable to hear a word of their male relations or friends, who were all in the Southern army; they were shut up in their houses after 8 P.M., and sometimes deprived of light; part of our kind entertainer's house was forcibly occupied by a vulgar, ignorant, and low-born Federal officer, ci-devant driver of a street car; and they were constantly subjected to the most humiliating insults, on pretence of searching the house for arms, documents, etc.

To my surprise, however, these ladies spoke of the enemy with less violence and rancor than almost any other ladies I had met with during my travels through the whole Southern Confederacy. When I told them so, they replied that they who had seen many men shot down in the streets before their own eyes knew what they were talking about, which other and more excited Southern women did not.

Ewell's division is in front and across the Potomac, and before I left head-quarters this morning I saw Longstreet's corps beginning to follow in the same direction.

June 23 (Tuesday).—Lawley and I went to inspect the site of Mr. Mason's (the Southern Commissioner in London) once pretty house -a melancholy scene. It had been charmingly situated near the outskirts of the town, and by all accounts must have been a delightful little place. When Lawley saw it seven months ago, it was then only a ruin; but since that time, Northern vengeance (as directed by General Milroy) has satiated itself by destroying almost the very foundations of the house of this arch-traitor as they call him. Literally not one stone remains standing upon another; and the debris seems to have been

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