tried in this his willing sacrifice, to beseech you to believe, whilst we defend our rights with strong arms and honest battle may also have hearts We have here buried two Peace to their ashes! tread

hearts, that those we meet in brave and honest as our own. brave and honest gentlemen. lightly o'er their graves! Amen."

A FULL-BLOODED CONFEDERATE.

A MASSACHUSETTS chaplain, Rev. Mr. Hepworth, writes from Louisiana :

Just beyond Carrollton is an immense and magnificent estate, owned by one of those creoles. His annual yield of sugar is fifteen hundred hogsheads. He might have taken the oath of allegiance, and thus saved his property. But he would not. The work of depredation commenced, but he bore it without a murmur.

First, we took his wagons, harness, and mules. He said nothing, but scowled most awfully! Next we emptied his stables of horses, for the cavalry service. He did not have a pony left, and was compelled to trudge along on foot! Still, nothing was said. Next, we took his entire crop; ground it in his own sugar-house; used his barrels for the molasses, and his hogsheads for the sugar, and marked the head of each, "U. S." Not a murmur! Then came his negroes-three hundred and more, home-servants and allwho took it into their woolly heads to come within our camp lines. The creole was most completely stripped. Still, he stood in the midst of the ruins, cursing Abe Lincoln, and wishing that he had eight, instead of four sons, in the Rebel army!

THE BOY-MAJOR.

AMONG the mortally wounded at Gettysburg, was Major Joseph W. Latimer, of Prince William county, Virginia, who was better known among his comrades as the "BoyMajor;" for he was under twenty years of age when he died. When the war began, he was in the Lexington Military Institute. He entered the army as second-lieutenant, and rapidly advanced until, at Gettysburg, he commanded a battalion of artillery in General Ewell's corps. In this battle he lost an arm. He reached IIarrisonburg, on his way to Richmond, when he was arrested by a disease produced by his wound, which, in a few days, terminated his short but useful and honorable career.

He gave rare promise of future greatness; and, though so young, was known as one of the most skilful officers in the army. General Ewell declared he was proud of him, and called him his "Little Napoleon!" Nor was this empty praise, for the brave soldier showed his confidence in him by constantly giving him the post of danger and of houor.

HARDEE OUTDONE.

A WELL-KNOWN Confederate Major-General was stopping for a while in a Georgia village, which circumstance coming to the knowledge of the "Home Guard" of that vicinity, the Captain resolved to give the General an opportunity of witnessing the "revolutions" of his superb corps. In due time, Captain's company, having "fell in," were discovered by the General in front of his quarters, in the exe

cution of his command, "In two ranks, git," etc. During the exhibition, by some dexterous double-quick movement, only known among militia officers, the Captain, much to his surprise and chagrin, found the company in a “fix,” best described, I reckon, as a "solid circle." In stentorophonic tones he called them to "halt!" The General became interested, and drew near, in order to see in what way things would be righted. The Captain, in his confusion, turned his head to one side, like a duck when she sees the shadow of a hawk flit past, and seemed to be in the deepest thought. At last an idea seemed to strike him; a ray of intelligence mantled his face, and straightening himself up, he turned to the company, and cried out: "Company, disentangle to the front, march." The company was "straightened," and the General gave it as his opinion that it was the best command he had ever heard given.

THERE'S LIFE IN THE OLD LAND YET!

BY JAS. R. RANDALL.

By blue Patapsco's billowy dash,
The tyrant's war-shout comes,
Along with the cymbal's fitful clash,

And the growl of his sullen drums,

We hear it! we heed it, with vengeful thrills,
And we shall not forgive or forget;

There's faith in the streams, there's hope in the hills,
There's life in the old land yet!

Minions! we sleep, but we are not dead;

We are crushed, we are scourged, we are scarred; We crouch-'tis to welcome the triumph tread

Of the peerless BEAUREGARD.

Then woe to your vile, polluting horde

When the Southern braves are met, There's faith in the victor's stainless sword, There is life in the old land yet!

Bigots! ye quell not the valiant mind,
With the clank of an iron chain,
The spirit of freedom sings in the wind,

O'er Merryman, Thomas and Kane;

And we, though we smite not, and are not thralls, We are piling a gory debt;

While down by McHenry's dungeon-walls,

There's life in the old land yet!

Our women have hung their harps away,
And they scowl on your brutal bands,
While the nimble poignard dares the day,
In their dear defiant hands.

They will strip their tresses to string our bows,

Ere the Northern sun is set;

There's faith in their unrelenting woes,

There's life in the old land yet!

There's life, though it throbbeth in silent veins,

"Tis vocal without noise,

It gushed o'er Manassas' solemn plains,

From the blood of the MARYLAND Boys!

That blood shall cry aloud, and rise

With an everlasting threat,

By the death of the brave, by the God in the skies, There's life in the old land yet!

NOT DOWN IN THE "TACTICS."

WHILE on a forced march in some of the army movements in Mississippi, General Hardee came up with a straggler who had fallen some distance in the rear of his command. The General ordered him forward, when the soldier replied that he was weak and broken down, not having had even half rations for several days.

"That's hard," replied the General, "but you must push forward, my good fellow, and join your command, or the Provost Guard will take you in hand.”

The soldier halted, and, looking up at the General, asked: "Are you General Hardee?"

"Yes," replied the General.

"Didn't you write Hardee's Tactics?"

"Yes."

"Well, General, I have studied them tactics and know 'em by heart. You've got a order to double column at half distance, ain't you?"

"Well," asked the General, "what has that got to do with your case ?"

"I am a good soldier, General, and obey all that is possible to be obeyed; but if your orders can show me a order in your tactics to double distance on half rations, then I'll give in."

The General, with a hearty laugh, admitted that there were no tactics to meet the case, and putting spurs to his horse, rode forward.