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BY MAY MORRIS-
If ye will seek it, there is Music everywhere.
'Tie tho language of Nature! the breeze
And the birds fill the air with their songs,
As they merrily sing 'mong the trees,
Glad echo th«ir music prolongs!
The cricket which chirps on the hearth—
The flowers, sweet flowers of Spring—
The laugh of the child in its mirth—
The bells, as they tunefully ring;
llui Liilllniiiilil ■nl in I'm Hi i »f|M»j i
The shepherd's rude pipe from theTbilH—
The huntsman, when winding his horn—
The murmuring of the clear rill ;—
The wave, as it dashes the shore—
The wide-spreading sea in commotion—
Tho far-distant cataract's roar-
As it rushes with joy to the ocean;
The hum of the bees 'mongst the flowers,
As they gather the sweets in their round—
The patt'ring of soft summer showera
As gently they fall to the ground;
The planets, as onward they roll,
Each star, which above us doth shine—
Earth, and all that surrounds it—the whole
Sing the hand that first formed is divine;
And music, glad music they make!
So softly melodious the strain—
O Lyre of my Soul! wake, awake!
And repeat the glad echoes again.
" Edmund Klrke" contributes to the December
Atlantic, a concluding chapter of his Richmond
Journey, from advance sheets of which we make
tho following oxtracts:
At the outer doer stood Jack and the ambu
lance ! Their presonce secured us a safe exit from
Dixie, and my feelings found expression some
what as follows:
" How are you, Jack f You're the best lcok :
ing darkey I ever saw."
'• I'se berry well, Massa, berry well. Hope
voU'h well " replied Jack, grinning until he made i
any man, oiack or wnue, x ever met."
"You've odd notions of beauty," said the
Judge,, smiling. " That accounts for your being
" No, it don't." And I added, in a tone too low
for Jack to hear, "It only implies that, until I
saw that darkey, I doubted our getting out of
The Judge gave a low whistle.
" So you smelt a rat?"
" Yes, a very big one. Tell us, why were you
so long behind time?"
" I'll tell you when tho war is over. Now'l'll
take you to L.ibby r and the hospitals, if you'd
like to go."
We said we would, and, ordering Jack to fol
low with the ambulance, tho Judge led us down
the principal thoroughfare.. A few shops were
open, a few negro women were passing in and
out among them, and a few wounded soldiers
were limping along the sidewalks ; but scarcely
an able-bodied man was to be seen anywhere.—
A poor soldier who had lost both legs and a hand
was seated at a street-corner, asking alms of the
colored women as fhey passed. Pointing to him,
tho JuJgo &v.id:
i* one 6f our arguments nnrains* re
union. If you will walk two squares I'll show
you a thousand.
"All asking alms of black women? That is
another indication of what you aro coming to."
He made no reply. After a while, scanning
our faces as if be would detect our hidden
thoughts, he said, in an abrupt pointed way:
" Grant was to have attacked us yesterdays-
Why didn't he do it ?"
** How should we know?' r
" You came from Foster's only the day before.
That's where the attack was to have been made."
" Why wasn't it made?"
"I don't know. Some think it was because
you came in, and were expected out that way."
" Oh! that accounts for your being so late !—
You think we are spies, sent in to survey, and
report on the route."
"No, Ido not. I think you are honest men,
and I've said so."
And I have no doubt it was becauso he " said
so" that we got out of Richmond.
By this time we had reached a dingy brick
building, from one corner of which protruded a
small sign, bearing, in black letters on. a white
ground, the words:
LIBBY ANI> SON,
SHIP-CHANDLERS ANP GROCERS.
It was three stories high, and I was told, eighty
feet in width and a hundred and ten in depth.—
In front the first story was on a level with the
street, allowing space for a tier of dungeons un
der the sidewalk ; but in the rear the land sloped
Its unpainted walls were scorched to a rusty
brown, and its sunken doors and low windows v
with here and there a dUsky pane, were cob
weDoeu ~ v.« , „ —
building a most uninviting and desolate appear
j ance. A flaxen-haired boy, in ragged "butter
nuts" and a Union cap, and an old man in gray
regimentals, with a bent body and a limpinp
gait, were pacing to and fro before it, with mus
kets on their shoulders; but no other soldiers
were in sight. •
" If Ben Butler knew that Richmond was de
fended by only such men, how long would it bo
before he took it?" T said, turning to the Judge.
"Several years. When these men give out.
our women will fall in. I-<et Butler try it."
Opening a door to the right, he led us into a
large, high studded department, with a bare floor
and greasy walls hung round with battle scenes
and cheap lithographs of the Rebel leaders.
Several officers In "secession gray" were loung
ing about this room, and one of them, a short
slightly built, youthful-looking man, rose as wo
entered, and, in a half-pompous, half-obsequiou.*
way, said to Judge Ould:
"Ah! Colonel Ould, I am very glad to se«
The Judge returned the greeting with a state
linessthat was in striking contrast with his usua)
3ta>ife ami cordial manner, and then Introduce
the officer to us as, " Major Turner, Keeper of
the Libby." I had heard of him, and it was with
some reluctance that I took his proffered hand.
However, I did take it and at the same time in
"Are you related to Dr. Turner, of Fayette
-tiller' " ,
" No, Sir. lam of the old Virginia family." -
(I never met a negro whipper nor a negro trader
who did not belong to that family.) "Aro you s>
North Carolinian ?"
Before I could add another word the JtttK&e
"No, Major; these gentlemen hail from
Georgia. They are strangers here and I'd thank
you to show them over the prison."
" Certainly, Colonel, most certainly. I'll do it
with great pleasure."
And the little man bustled about, put on his
cap, gave a few orders to his subordinates, and
then led us through another outside door into the
prison. He was a few rode in advance with Col.
Jaquess when Judge Ould said to me:
" Your prisoners have belied Turner. You
see he is hot the hyena they've represented."
"lam not sure of that," I replied. "These
cringing, mild-mannered men are the worst sort
of tyrants when they have the power."
" But you don't think him a tyrant?"
" I do. He's a coward aud a bully, or I cant
read English. It is written all over his face."
The Judge laughed boisterously, and called out