MISS KATE MATTOX-TENNESSEE.

Last, but far from least, among ye,
Spartan band of brave and free;
Like a whirlwind in her anger,

Wheels in line "Old Tennessee."

The "Jackson Hornets" ought to sting the enemy in good fashion, after such a flag presentation.

-Charleston Mercury.

A SONG TO ABE.

I.

UP and bear the sway, Abe,

Up and bear the sway;

Let Treason know she has a foe,
And Freedom has a stay, Abe!

You're the pride of all, Abe,
You're the pride of all, Abe,

You're the pride of all the braves
Now ready at your call, Abe.

II.

Up and bear the sway, Abe, etc.,
Thousands sigh and weep, Abe,
Thousands sigh and weep, Abe,

Thousands sigh and weep and cry,
To enter Freedom's Gate, Abe,

III.

Up and bear the sway, Abe, etc.,
Thousands in their might, Abe,
Thousands in their might, Abe,
Will ready march at your command,
And die for Freedom's right, Abe.

IV.

Up and bear the sway, Abe, etc.,
You're the pride of all, Abe,

You're the pride of all, Abe,

E'en traitors yet will bow the knee,
And own your honored call, Abe.

W. B.

A VISION OF JANUARY FOURTH.

BY CATHERINE LEDYARD.

LYING on my couch a night or two ago,
I had a solemn vision of penitential woe;
Of that great time of fasting and of humiliation
Proposed by pious James unto our sinful nation.*

*See Buchanan's Recommendation to the People of the United States, December fourteenth, 1860, published in the REBELLION RECORD, Vol. I.

All the stores were closed the whole length of Broadway,

As on that great occasion, the Prince's procession

day,

And the solemn chimes of Trinity through the air began to swim,

Tolling the grand Old Hundred and Luther's Judgment Hymn.

Ah! soon the great procession moved slowly from the Park;

"Twas headed by the Mayor, and brought up by men of mark,

Barefooted, marched through mingled mud and

snow,

Girdled with rope, and ashes-strewn, and clad in weeds of woe.

There were some Republican leaders, feeling very blue indeed,

That their party, after hard fighting, had the ill luck to succeed;

They were all for "conciliation," "concession," and "compromises;"

Hungry to eat their own words and back out of their own devices.

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Houses in Southern trade, although their skirts were clear,

Had, for the sake of example, come in from far and

near;

They bore a sable banner, all lettered in golden

foil,

"After eating so much dirt, are we asked to swallow free soil?"

Merchants with "woolly" clerks, or those who in

sinful way

Had thought their own thoughts sometimes on the questions of the day,

Marched with sorrowful tread, in garments as dark as death,

Beating their breasts, and crying "Mea culpa" with every breath.

There was the British Consul, walking subdued and meekly;

He had read that statesmanlike paper of Morse in the recent Weekly,

Unmasking the foul designs of the island across the

ocean,

And he hastened to add his mite of penitence and devotion.

Many were the devices the mournful band upbore,

In token of heartfelt sorrow that would go and sin no more;

Loyal-repentant-humble-and all that sort of

thing

There was one in the style of Blondel-" O Cotton! O our king!"

It was a gloomy progress-no shouts or waving of palms—

They chanted De Profundis and the Penitential

Psalms,

Or a verse of Dies Irae by way of a little va

riety,

Tears and groans and ejaculations thrown in to prevent satiety.

Whenever the song was still the bands took up the wail

(The drums and bugles wore crape as deep as a widow's veil)—

And the players moved along, solemn and slowly

all,

To the music of Roslin Castle and the Dead March

in Saul.