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COL. ELLSWORTH'S LAST SPEECH. Boys, no pie for sale, for which she wanted one dollar in doubt you felt surprised on hearing my orders to silver or greenbacks. She refused to sell it for be in readiness at a moment's notice, but I will Confederate money, though ten dollars were of explain all as far as I am allowed. Yesterday fered. At Gadsden, the prisoners found a conforenoon I understood that a movement was to siderable number of rebel conscripts, who, whenbe made against Alexandria. Of course, I was ever their officers and guards were not by, told on the qui vive. I went to see Gen. Mansfield, them they were Union mer, and would escape on the commander at Washington, and told him that the first opportunity. They generally manifested I should consider it as a personal affront if he their sympathy for the boys by slipping a roll of would not allow us to have the right of the line, Confederate bills into their hands, and saying which is our due, as the first volunteer regiment they were sorry there was not more of it. sworn in for the war. All that I can tell you is Here the prisoners found Confederate Lieuto prepare yourselves for a nice little sail, and, tenants and other subordinate officers engaged at the end of it, a skirmish. Go to your tents, in selling pies to Yankee prisoners. These pies lie down, and take your rest till two o'clock, when were made of sweet potatoes, without sugar or the boat will arrive, and we go forward to victory shortening in the crust, and were peddled in basor death. When we reach the place of destina-kets, after the fashion we see at railroad stations. tion, act as men; do nothing to shame the regi- A Colonel of an Alabama regiment, at Gadsden, ment; show the enemy that you are men, as well sent a sack of corn, which he tried to sell them as soldiers, and that you will treat them with for greenbacks. Everywhere there was a dekindness until they force you to use violence. Imand for Uncle Sam's money, which was hoarded want to kill them with kindness. Go to your as carefully as silver and gold, and kept out of tents, and do as I tell you." circulation.

At Rome the prisoners saw a considerable body of Georgia State militia. They were mostly ADVENTURES IN THE SOUTH. Lieut. F. boys under sixteen, and old men over forty-five, Perry and private William P. Pugh, of the Third badly clothed, and poorly disciplined, but well West Tennessee cavalry were out on recruiting armed. Mr. Perry, who was placed on his parole service, and were captured on the 7th of Octo- of honor, says that at Augusta, Georgia, ne saw ber, 1863, after a skirmish with Faulkner's and an immense pile of cotton, covering an area of Wilson's partisans, near Como, some sixty miles perhaps one acre, and piled higher than any buildfrom Paducah. Mr. Pugh had previously been ing in Cincinnati. There were also considerable captured by, and had made his escape from, the quantities at Atlanta, but none that he saw at same parties; and being a Tennesseean, was sub-Rome.

jected to some severities. His captors declared They were detained at Atlanta come ten days, he should not again escape, and exercised unu- before starting for Richmond. At Columbia, Lual vigilance in conducting their prisoners south-South Carolina, they found that Charleston ward.

They were forced to walk from the place of capture to Gadsden, Alabama, on the Coosa River, and were conveyed thence by boat to Rome, Georgis, where they took cars for Atlanta, and, subsequently, for Richmond. Thirty miles east of Raleigh, North Carolina, they jumped from the cars, made their way to Washington, where they were received inside the Federal lines, and thence sent north to join their comrades, who still supposed them in Libby Prison.

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money was absolutely valueless; nobody would
take it; the reason being assigned that the city
might at any day fall into Federal hands, and
then the currency would be worth nothing.
tween Atlanta and Raleigh they saw no organ-
ized bodies of Confederate troops, and very little
material out of which to make them. The re-
sources of the country, in that respect, seemed to
have been thoroughly exhausted.

When they left Raleigh for Richmond, a plan of escape was arranged between Messrs. Perry, They suffered great privations on the march Pugh, and John Carr, of the First Missouri Arfrom Como to Gadsden, particularly after cross-tillery, who was formerly chief clerk, at Corinth, ing the Tennessee River. In the Tuscumbia Val- for Gen. Carr. About three o'clock in the mornley they were three days without anything to eat, ing, being about thirty miles from Raleigh, on their captors stating that the Yankees had been the Weldon road, the three leaped from the car, there and destroyed all supplies. At Decatur and plunged into the forest. They made as near they paid twenty-five cents an ear for corn, south-east as they could, guided by the stars and which was their sole sustenance the greater part the course of the clouds, concealing themselves of the march. They were compelled to make | by day. forced marches by by-roads, and through an unfrequented country, as Sherman was at Tuscumbia, and the rebels anticipated that he would turn south, and advance in the direction of Gadsden. Several times the prisoners heard his carnon, and fondly hoped for rescue. There was great scarcity of provisions wherever they went, and Confederate money was at an enormous discount. At Decatur, a woman offered a chicken

They did not venture near any settlement or plantation, till forced to do so by excessive hunger, and one night ventured to arouse the inmates of a negro cabin, who were very inquisitive, and would not commit themselves until satisfied they were real Yankees, which was decided by an old negro, who felt Mr. Perry's cavalry jacket, and declared it was too fine for a rebel's. Then they were treated with great hospitality, and

feasted on corn bread and "possum," and subjected to a great deal of questioning.

Among other things, the patriarch of the cabin wanted to know whether they "hab seen Mr. Linkum," and under the impression that they had left his presence but a short time, affectionately inquired after his health. "An' dere's anodder man," said the darkey, "dey call him Mr. Britain-hab you seen him?" The Yankees were puzzled. "Ole massa," said the darkey, explaining, "call him Mr. Great Britain, an' says he's on his side, an' some says he's on yourn.” The Yankees "took," said they knew him, and that he was well; and having satisfied the curicsity of their hospitable entertainers and their own hunger, took up their march for Washington.

They met no Confederate soldiers until within some five miles of Washington, and there they narrowly escaped capture, running into their pickets twice, and being fired on once, at which time they lost sight of Carr, whom they supposed to have been killed or captured, and they heard no more of him. They arrived at Washington almost naked, foot-sore, and exhausted, having been ten days wandering about the country.

ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND.
March 7, 1862.

BY GEORGE H. BOKEK.

"STAND to your guns, men!" Morris cried.
Small need to pass the word;
Our men at quarters ranged themselves
Before the drum was heard.

And then began the sailors' jests:
"What thing is that, I say?

"A long-shore meeting-house adrift Is standing down the bay!"

A frown came over Morris' face; The strange, dark craft he knew; "That is the iron Merrimac,

Manned by a rebel crew.

"So shot your guns, and point them straight; Before this day goes by,

We'll try of what her metal's made."
A cheer was our reply.

"Remember, boys, this flag of ours
Has seldom left its place;

And where it falls, the deck it strikes
Is covered with disgrace.

"I ask but this: or sink or swim,
Or live or nobly die,
My last sight upon earth may be
To see that ensign fly!"

Meanwhile, the shapeless iron mass
Came moving o'er the wave,
As gloomy as a passing hearse,
As silent as the grave.

Her ports were closed; from stem to stern
No sign of life appeared.

We wondered, questioned, strained our eyes,
Joked-everything but feared.

She reached our range. (ur broadside rang,
Our heavy pivots roared;

And shot and shell, a fire of hell,
Against her sides we poured.

God's mercy! from her sloping roof
The iron tempest glanced,
As hail bounds from a cottage-thatch,
And round her leaped and danced.
Or when against her dusky hull
We struck a fair, full blow,
The mighty, solid iron globes
Were crumbled up like snow.
On, on, with fast increasing speed,
The silent monster came,
Though all our starboard battery
Was one long line of flame.

She heeded not; no gun she fired;
Straight on our bow she bore;
Through riving plank and crashing frame
Her furious way she tore.

Alas! our beautiful keen bow,
That in the fiercest blast
So gently folded back the seas,
They hardly felt we passed!
Alas! alas! my Cumberland,
That ne'er knew grief before,
To be so gored, to feel so deep
The tusk of that sea-boar!
Once more she backward drew a space,
Once more our side she rent;
Then, in the wantonness of hate,
Her broadside through us sent.
The dead and dying round us lay,
But our formen lay abeam;
Her open port-holes maddened us;
We fired with shout and scream.

We felt our vessel settling fast,
We knew our time was brief;
"The pumps! the pumps!"
pumped,

But they ho

And fought not, wept with grief.

"O, keep us but an hour afloat!
O, give us only time

To be the instruments of Heaven
Against the traitors' crime!"
From captain down to powder-boy
No hand was idle then!
Two soldiers, but by chance aboard,
Fought on like sailor-men.

And when a gun's crew lost a hand,
Some bold marine stepped out,
And jerked his braided jacket off,
And hauled the gun about.

Our forward magazine was drowned;
And up from the sick bay

Crawled out the wounded, red with blood,
And round us gasping lay.

Yes, cheering, calling us by name,
Struggling with failing Ireath,

To keep their shipmates at the post
Where glory strove with death.

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Up to the spar-deck! save yourselves!"
Cried Selfridge. Up, my men!
God grant that some of you may live
To fight you ship again!"

We turned - we did not like to go;
Yet staying seemed but vain,
Knee-deep in water; so we left;

Some swore, some groaned with pain.

We reached the deck. There Randall stood:
"Another turn, men-
- so!"
Calmly he aimed his pivot-gun:
"Now, Tenny, let her go!"

It did our sore hearts good to hear
The song our pivot sang,
As rushing on, from wave to wave,
The whirring bomb-shell sprang.

Brave Randall leaped upon the gun,
And waved his cap in sport;

"Well done! well aimed! I saw that shell Go through an open port."

It was our last, our deadliest shot;
The deck was overflown;

The poor ship staggered, lurched to port,
And gave a living groan.

Down, down, as headlong through the waves
Our gallant vessel rushed,

A thousand gurgling watery sounds
Around my senses gushed.

Then I remember little more.

One look to heaven I gave,
Where, like an angel's wing, I saw
Our spotless ensign wave.

I tried to cheer. I cannot say
Whether I swam or sank;

A blue mist closed around my eyes,
And everything was blank.

When I awoke, a soldier lad,

All dripping from the sea,

With two great tears, upon his cheeks,
Was bending over me.

I tried to speak. He understood
The wish I could not speak.

He turned me. There, thank God! the flag
Still fluttered at the peak!

And there, while thread shall hang to thread,
O, let that ensign fly!
The noblest constellation set

Against our northern sky.

A sign that we who live may claim
The peerage of the brave;

A monument that needs no scroll
For those beneath the wave!

A YANKEE IN DIXIE.

BY CORPORAL PURDUM.

I WILL endeavor to give a short account of what I saw and heard while in the hands of the rebels, beginning with my capture when I was first introduced to the inside of the great Southern aumbug.

It was on the evening of the 20th of September, 1863, that myself, in company with a number of others from the 33d and other regiments, was taken prisoner by a part of Longstreet's corps. We were taken a short distance to the rear of their first line, and camped for the night. The rebs used us very well at first, and were very civil and polite. At daylight on Monday morning we commenced our pilgrimage south in the direction of Ringgold, where we arrived about 2 o'clock P. M., and were brought up in front of the Provost Marshal, surrounded by his numerous clerks, and our names were taken, which business occupied about two hours. This being done we were started forward again, bound for Tunnel Hill Station, which place we arrived at about 9 o'clock at night, and were turned into a field to remain the rest of the night. We were very tired and hungry, having marched twenty-two miles and had no rations. We lay down to rest ourselves and get some sleep, but were called up at 2 o'clock to draw some rations, (if it could be called such.) They consisted of a little meal and bacon, which was so strong the boys said it could almost walk alone. After disposing of our meal as best we could, some making mush in tin cups, some ash cakes, and some who were fortunate enough to get ovens, made something resembling bread. They then brought us up in line, preparatory to taking our rubber blankets, knapsacks, and canteens from us; but as soon as the boys found out what was to be done, we commenced to tear everything to pieces that we could not sell; so they got but few things from us; and by the time they were done the place had the appearance of an old deserted camp, as strips of blankets, knapsacks, and broken canteens were strewn all over the ground, for we were determined that the rebs should not be benefited by them. Here we expected to get on the cars, but were disappointed, and started on foot for Dalton, seven miles distant from Tunnel Hill; and the road being very dusty, and we not being in the best of humor after having our things taken from us, we struck out almost on a doublequick in order to tire out the guards, and several times we were stopped for them to rest and get to their places.

On this trip I stopped at a house to get some bread, and had to pay one dollar for three small biscuits; but the money being of but little value, I paid t with a good grace, and went on my way, rejoice that my lot was not permanently cast in the land of cotton and starvation. On arriving at Dalton we again drew rations of flour and meat, aud after getting our supper- or rather partaking of a mixture of dough, flour, and tainted bacon- we were n arched through the town, as

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