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[ Written for The Neva South.J
night was dark, the wind was high,
When rose the sentry's solemn cry,
Qui vive!?a moment eqded,?
v A shot, a groan,
A stifled moan,
A soul to Heaven ascended!
At dawn all bloody was the ground,
Where, near the castle-gate, they found?
Good God I a gentle being;
Whose cross and dove,
J" Her mission prove,?
- Meek child of the All-seeing!
When, round the portals of the mind
Pale shadows hover, ill-defined,
Qui vive 1 Suspicion callelh,
Mid passion-s storm
S. 9nm? ono.pl farm
Thus, oft, his victim falleth!
I Gt M.
' COLUMBIA'S nnrOCATIOH I
?T OHARLZS A. BARRY.
Columbia, crashing out with tears
And hero-blood, her only shame,?
1 Turns to her flag of eighty years,
Immortal in its stars and flame:
EO beauteous gift of God, she cries!
Gleam out on every hill and plain!
"Wave o'er my people as they rise
To win me back my fame again.
Her Eagle from his loftiest peak
The pride of all his nature shows,?
Screams wildly?with a clashing beak?
Definitee to her gathering foes.
Aloft, he swoops on tireless wings,
Not him can cannon-crash appal!
Through fire and smoke his anger rings
Accordant to her clarion call.
Then ronse ye fVeemen, sound a blast
From all your trumpets, loud and long!
Let not th' avenging time go past,
Be swift, and terrible, and strong!
Uplift the flag; let not a star
Be sundered from its field of blue!
With fo&d lips kiss each sacred bar
That runs our deathless emblem through!
And God be with yon! Hasten on!
With martial paeans rend the sky!
Let bayonets glisten in the sun,
And all your b ittie banners fly!
And smite to kill! See! Freedom bleeds!
She calls yon with her stifled breath:
Rebellion to her Temple speeds?
March on, to Victory or Death!
[Writtdn for TU
In Quarantine. *%m
On board the U. S. Steamboat Delaware ) 1
St. Helena Sound, S. C., September 6, '62. f .
The word Quarantine has a musical, an agreeable
sound, yet is the condition it sjjecifies an undesirable
one. Subject to it, you become a
sanitary Pariah, one of a community of temporary j
Robinson Grnsoes, cut off from intercourse with
your fellow-man, condemned for a limited time to 1
a maritime purgatory. JN ay, more, you are mvoluntarily
forced iuto the position of an enemy
of your species, suspected of being an incarnate
infection, a promenading pestilence, an anticipatory
ghoul, an Ancient Mariner with the albatross
of disease constantly slung round his neck. In j
the imagination of shore-going mortals, you pace
the deck arm in arm with Yellow Jack, impatient
to introduce him to your fellow-creatures.
All of which is, happily, not the case on board
the Delaware. Subsequent to her departure from
Key West on the fourteenth of last month, one of
our passengers, Dr. (Jornick, medical director of
the post, was taken sick of what at first appeared
as a bilious fever but presently developed into a
yellvw one. Thanks to the unremitting attentions
of a non-medical friend, he had become entirely
convalescent some days before our arrival ofiT Hilton
Head; so much so, indeed, that he is now on
his way back to his post and duty, according to
Gen. Hunter's order. That is the only case of yellow.fever
we have experienced. In truth, the
blusterous, squally weather which kept us imprisoned
at St. Augustine, and accompanied us in our
voyage northwards, would nave dispersed any
possible infection. Nevertheless, we recognize the
wisdom of using all necessary precautions and bow
to Gen. Hunter's authority. And our probationary
term has nearly elapsed.
Our prospect is not a diversified one. As the
tide ehanges, we swing round, gradually and gracefully,
presenting our larboard or starboard side to
the low, sandy, sedgy shore of Otter Island or the
more distant wooded one of St. Helena, and vice
versa. There is, anchored not far from us, the
war-frigate Shepherd Knapp, and also, an unlucky
" * * * ?i-i-t. .It
bark, in similar piignt wim us, wnicxi we au remember
as sending a modest request to us to tow
her out of the harbor of St. Augustine. When all
day long the bar was a sea of tossing, tumbling
foam which, at night, roared like Niagara! We
bumped twice in getting over it.
We read a good deal, write long letters to friends
(who wouldn't get 'em under other circumstances,)
smoke, loaf, intelligently or the reverse, and sometimes
go out gunning and boating. A few days
ago we went ashore on a melancholy occasion :
I will tell you about it.
We have had two deaths on board, one that of
private Almos N. Woods, of the 7th New Hampshire,
of dysentery, of which he had been sick for
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me pasi uve IUUUIU3. ?T V U1VU6U? mm .ivu. ?~
Tortugas, with other invalid companions. Our
second loss was that of a clergyman, the Rev.
Alfred A. Miller, on his way north with his family
from St. Augustine, where he-had resided for some
years in the hope of convalescence. As his relatives
design removing his body subsequently, it
was temporarily interred in the deserted rebel fort
on Otter Island, most of us attending the funeral,
last Sunday afternoon.
Like most unpremeditated solemnities, it was J
touching and effective. "With Capt. Etting of the J
and trim white shirts, half of their number bearing
the.ccffiu, wrapped in the American flag. Arrived
within the limits of the little stockaded fort,
and ascending to its parapet, we grouped ourselves
round the grave, while Gen. Terry read the beautiful
Episcopal service for the burial of the dead.
That done, the sand was heaped over the body.
With the lonely landscape, the abandoned fort, its
banks all over-grown with rushes, the wide reach
of water and adjacent ocean, with the great wetlooking
clouds moving upwards from the west,
the scene was at once picturesque and solemn.
The rain descended heavily as we departed.
The poor soldier rests in the little bnrial-gronnd
on the island, amid other victims of the war. He
was but seventeen. Both his grave and that of the
clergyman is decorated with a neatly-painted headboard,
the work of private Richard Schol^ekl of the
47th New York.
"They their earthlv task have done
Home are gone ana ta'en their wages."
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The Union and Slavery.
Mr. Horace Greeley addressed a letter to President
Lincoln, through the columns of the N. Y.
Tribune, of Aug. 20, complaining in an indictment
of eight counts, that he had failed to execute
the laws of Congress and to prosecute the
war according to the views of the "twenty
millions" of the North; and that a great proportion
of those who triumphed in his election were
sorely disappointed and deeply pained by the
policy he had pursued with regard to the slaves of
rebels;?in short the burden and refrain of these
formal accusations was that the war appeared to
have been conducted in the interest of Slavery
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ramor man 01 rreeuum. iu nr. vjiocicj o wwplaints
Mr. Lincoln made the following answer:?
Executive Mansiox, >
Washixgtox, Aug. 22, 1862. J
Hon. Horace Greeley:
Dear Sir : I have just read yours of the 19th,
addressed to myself through the New York
Tribune. If there be in it any statements or assumptions
of fact which I may know to be erroneous, I
do not npw and here controvert them. If there
be in it any inferences which I may believe to be
falsely drawn, I do not now and here argue against
them. If there be perceptible in it an impatient
and dictatorial tone, I waive it in deference to an
old friend, whose heart I have always supposed to
Ap to the policy I "seem to be pursuing," as
you say, I have not meant to leave any one in
I would save the Union. I would save it the
shortest way under the Constitution. The sooner
the national authority can be restored the nearer
the Union will be "the Union as it was." If there
be these who would not save the Union unless
they could at the same time save Slavery, I do not
agree with them. If there be those who would
not save the Union unless they could at the same
time deitroy Slavery, I do not agree with them.
My paramount object in this struggle m to save the
Union, and is not either to save or destroy Slavery.
If I could save the Union without freeing any ,
3lave, I would do it, and if I could save it by
freeing all the slaves, I would do it, and if
I could save it by freeing some and leaving
others alone, I would also do that. What I do
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about Slavery ana me coioreu race, i uo uecause
I believe it helps to save the Union, and what I
forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would
help to save the Union. I shall do lets whenever
I shall believe what I am doing hurts the cause,
and I shall do more whenever I shall believe doing
more will help the cause. I shall try to correct
errors when shown to be errors: and I shall adopt
new views so fast as they shall appear to be true
views. I have here stated my purpose according
to my view of official duty, and I intend no modification
of my oft-expressed personal wish that all
men, everywhere, could be free. Yours,
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