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MASONIC.
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yiyemnga of each month, at their Hall on lowa
transient brethren visiting Dodgeviile, are
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Henry Dukstan, Sec’y.
■ widow’s tears to orphans’ cry,
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Revealed to us from heaven.
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From the Atlantic Monthly for February, 18G2.
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPIBLIC.
BY MBS. JULIA WARD HOWE.
Mine eyes hav ieen the glory or the coming of the
t Lord:
Ue is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of
wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred cir
cling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews
and damps;
I have road His righteous sentence by the dim and
flaring lamps:
His day is inarching on.
1 have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of
steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my
grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with
his heel,
Since God is marching on.”
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never
call retreat;
Ho is sifting out the hearts of mer. before his judg
ment seat:
Oh, be swift my soul, to answer Him! bo jubilant, my
feet!
Our Ood Is marching on.
In the beauty of the lillies Christ was born scross the
sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and
me.
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men
free,
While God is marching on.
THE STRUGGLE.
BY ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.
Say not, the struggle naught availeth,
The labor and the wounds are vain,
The enemy fainteth not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.
If hopes were dnpes, fears may be liars;
It may bo in your smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
And, but for yen, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far baok, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent flooding in, the main.
And not by Eastern windows only.
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
Eomance of war.
The following bit of the romance of
war is from a letter dated at Lake Prov
idence, La.:
“The First Kansas regiment, of which
I have spoken before, is encamped near
us. One of the members of that regi
ment, a sergeant, died in the hospital
two weeks ago. After death his com
rades discoved that their companion, by
the side of whom they had marched and
fought for almost tw T o years was a wo
man ! You may imagine their surprise
at the discovery. I went to the hos
pital and saw the body after it was pre
pared for the burial, and made some in
quiries about her. She was rather more
than the average size for a woman, with
rather strongly marked features, so that
with the aid of a mans attire she had a
masculine look. She enlisted in the
regiment after they went to Missouri,
and consequently they knew nothing of
her early history. She probably served
under an assumed name. She was in
the battle of Springfield where Gen. L}-
on was killed, and has fought in a dozen
of battles and skirmishes. The men all
speak of her in terms of admiration and
respect. She was as brave as a lion in
battle, and never flinched from any du
ty that fell to her lot. She must have
been very shrewd to have li ve d .-o ° n n
and preserved her secret so we • oov
girl! she was worthy of a better late.
Who knows what grief, trouble or per
secution induced her to embiacc sue
life ?”
Kainy Sundays.
Rev. Jedediah Burchard
to a very small audence mV 1 DO J.^ U .
a rainy day. He embrace fo {JJ wing
nity, the Journal says, to ull ; n \\.
anecdote of a celebrated clci g}
ba * : s.MthatDr. oldtepa*W™OT
he should reserve the
for rainy days—and the an( j he
the better should be his sel ” naturally
kept his word. The consequt
was, that his church rain
as in wet weather; and th flocked
poured down, the more tl P [ ice topra y
in, until it finally become h' s P a ; n y Sun
the Lord to bless his flock with ramy
days,
be weighed down "that
our own incompleteness , . t 0 fles
which we have not and can> j n the sea,
cry noble attainments, ass t 0 clouds
eagerly sought, but whic K® ur Uf e in
as we draw near; to i Columbus
searching for the hidden only weeds
for the new continentand at best, a
floating, or a broken branch unknoW n
bird that comes to us t —to live,
shore; this it is to be o rn jngß the
And yet, are not these ' f . • Qur sa ils and
winds which God sends '. ar( \ ?—B
give us a good voyage homewara.
Bccchcr,
A EEPCBLIOAIT AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER DENOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF THE PEOPLE.
PODGEVILLE, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, JULY 23, 1863.
From the Milwaukee Wisconsin, July 6th,
The Balloon Ascension.
The balloon ascension began about 4
1-2 P. m., on Saturday, and was remark
ably successful from beginning to end.
We described the balloon some days
since, and it is unnecessary to repeat,
except to say that its capacity is to bold
45,000 cubic feet of gas. It is one of
the largest ever sent up in this country.
Mr. Strickland, of the firm of Strick
land & Cos., and E. D. Cole, a ticket-sel
ler for the Detroit & Milwaukee Railway,
accompanied Prof. Steiner on bis aerial
voyage. The car attached to the balloon
is of strong wicker work, and was so
covered with oil cloth as to be water
proof. They took up guns and fishing
tackle with them, in case they should
land in any out-of-tbe way place, and
also took some provisions.
They rose up beautifully, and Mr.
Strickland informs us that when they
began to rise above the buildings, or
rather when the buildings began to drop
from under them (for it did not seem to
them that they were moving, but the
earth seemed dropping out from under
them) he says he then felt a slight sense
of “goneness,” but it was soon succeed
ed by a feeling of admiration and awe.
His sensations are better described, how
ever, in his own language, as written by
himself.
A NOVICE IN A BALLOON —SENSATIONS.
Who can describe the sensations of a
novice during bis first experience in bal
looning?
Does the pen exist which can do jus
tice to the tumultuous and conflicting
sensations of the serial voyager, when
he first realizes that all the tics which
connect him with the earth are positive
ly sundered; that henceforth his own
volition must he surrendered, and he
must drift, drift, drift, at the will of a
power in which so strangely yet so con
fidingly he is willing to repose.
In the first few seconds during which
the buildings and other objects are ap
parently retreating , the novice will feel
some little trepidation; all, is so new,
untried and strange. This feeling, how
ever, will last but a few seconds ; the
grandeur of the scene below, scon dissi
pates all thought of self; and his whole
soul is entirety absorbed, in drinking in
its beauty and sublimity; and in analy
zing the immense variety of objects so
suddenly opened to his view.
That sea of ten thousand upturned
faces, the variegated raiment of the
spectators, those streets which look like
narrow paths in a garden, those patches
of green verdue amongst brownish roofs
of buildings, that streak of burnished
silver which he knows to be the Mil
waukee river, that immense mirror, Lake
Michigan, that looking glass, Pewaukoo.
that piece of rope laid across the marsh,
which he knows is the Chicago railway
track, that bed quilt, off to the south
west, known as fields and farms, that
brown spot called the city ot Racine,
and many other objects can never be
erased from the memory of the novice
who sees them but once.
All these soon become dimmer and
dimmer, fainter and fainter as he drifts
over the lake and ascends some seven
thousand ‘eet from its surface. Every
thing now is dim, hazy and obscure.
Oppressive, awful stillness reigns su
preme ; awe is the best word ho can se
lect to define his feelings now. He will
want to sit in perfect silence ; to do so
is rapture. If he speak, his voice docs
not sound as if it came from his lips,
but as though it were buried in his chest.
A strange voice, deep base, not his own
in any sense. The sound of his com
rade's voice does not come from the cus
tomary place, but is located above twen
ty or thirty feet distant.
As the balloon goes higher and higher,
that buz, buz, buz in his ear, accompan
ied by a dull pressure on the interior of
that organ, is very disagreeable. His
wish now. will be to descend and thus
rid himself of the annoyance. The bal
loon which though somewhat flaccid
when he started on the trip, is now full,
taut, round and symmetrical
The line is pulled which leads to the
valve at the top of the balloon, and a
portion of the gas is permitted to escape.
Soon that buz and disagreeable pressure
w hich he has complained ceases ; the
atmostphere appears loss tav ; the shore
line of the lake, which had almost been
lost become plainer and plainer, and he
is soon conscious that he is descending,
tlrou-h none of his senses hare given
° slightest indication that there has
been any motion, however small, oscept
the fact'that he breathes more freelj
and does not now feel that bnz m h.s
oa The balloon was permitted to descend
„„ril the car suspended beneath, struck
Z surface of the lake with considera
ble violence, causing a decided rebound.
The current of air now acting on the
t“f ® j rove it at the rate of some thir
?;!S an hour towards the shore of
the lake, the car in which we were seated
barely skimming above the water, and
occasionally dip, dipping on the surface.
Talk ot Pegasus, Bonner teams and
other old fogy notions of speed ! Give
me the good balloon “Hercules” with a
thirty mile an hour breeze, and Professor
Steiner holding the ribbons.
Talk of elixirs! Is there, can there
be any other elixir equal to that which
coursed through these veins when seated
in the car of the “Hercules” skimming
along the surface of old Lake Michigan ;
exhilarating to a degree that you must
shout, you must cut up antics which un
der other circumstances would lead to
the conclusion that you were a fit sub
ject for a lunatic asylum.
Strickland.
Honesty.
What is honesty ? Is it honest to eqivo
cate? Is it honest to bo evasive and misti
fying when a direct proposition should be
made, or a direct answer should be given V
Is it honest to say one thing and to mean or
wish something very different to what one
says ? Is it honest for members of a quar
terly meeting to ask a preacher to stop in a
circuit wdien in their inner convictions of
more than half the members of that Quar
terly Meeting, they believe that the preacher
should be removed ? There is a conscious
ness it may bo, that it would be best for
the preacher and for the circuit that he
should remove, —that it would be for the
interest of the cause in the circuit that he
was appointed on some other work and
another man take his place, but through some
delicacy, a kind of shrinking squemishness,
they will not act from honest conviction,
but carry out an cquivating policy, and say
yes, when in the very heart of them they
should say no ?
Christianity is open and frank, and can
did ; there is little of the policy of evasive
ness in the Book that Christians people pro
fess to believe in and adopt as their system
of action, and how it is that men professing
to give heed to the great teachings of that
Book should carry two sentiments in refer
ence to (heir conduct in regard to this thing
is past telling, and yet it is not unfrequent
that men are hear dto say, “well, I thought
—I was in my mind satisfied at the time
that it would have been the best to have a
change, but I didn’t like to say anything.”
What name should be given to such a
duplicity as that. Is it hypocracy ? or is
it some other contemptible thing that should
net or darken Christian societies or Christian
with its shadow. O, it is pityful that
members of quarterly meetings—men of im
portance in circuits, should in any way give
countenance to such a thing. To say the
least of it. if it is not a direct lie, it is a
desperate distortion of honesty—a frightf
ul puckering of the truth.
Why the Romans Went to bed
Early.
History tolls us that ancient Rome,
even in the times of festival, was always
as quiet as the grave after the closing in
of night—a fact which Do Quincy thus
accounts for: “They went to bed early
in those ages, simply because their worthy
mother earth could not afford them can
dies. She, good old lady, or young la
dy. (for geologists know not whether she
is in that stage of her progress which
corresponds to gray hairs, or to infancy,
or to a ‘certain ago,’) she, good lady,
would certainly have shuddered to hear
of any of her nations inquiring for can
dles. ‘Candles, indeed !’ she would say,
‘who ever heard of such a thing? And |
with so much excellent daylight running
to waste as I have provided gratis ?
What will the wretches want next 1
The Romans, therefore, who saw no joke
in sitting round a table in the dark,
went off to bed as the darkness began.
Everybody did so. OldNuma Pompil
ius himself was obliged to trundle off
in the dusk. Tarquinius may have been
a very superb fellow; but I doubt whether
he ever saw a farthing rush light. And
though it, may be thought that plots and
conspiracies would flourish in such a
city of darkness, it is to be considered
that the conspirators themselves had no
more candles than honest men. Both
parties were in the dark.”
“Thou art the Same.”
What a fountain of comfort is to be found
in the thought of the immortality of God !
—change is our protection here! “They
shall perish,” is the chronicle regarding
every thing on this side heaven. The firm
ament above us, the earth beneath us, the
elements around us, “all those things shall
be dissolved.” Scenes of hallowed pleasure
—they are fled! Friends, who sweetened
our pilgrimage with their presence—they
are gone ! But here is a sure and safe an
chorage amid the world’s heaving ocean of
vicis shades. “Thou art the same.” All
is changing but the Unchanging One! The
earthly scaffolding may give way, but the
living Temple remains. The reed may bend
to the blast, but the living Rock spurns and
outlives the storm.
man can tell whether he is rich
or poor by turning to his ledger. It is the
heart that makes a man rich. He is rich or
poor according to what he is, not according
to what he has.
Love is a compound of honey and
gaul, mixed in various proportions for
customers.
Special correspondence of the Boston Journal.
A Graphic Account of the Third
Day’s Battle at Gettysburg.
THE LAST GRAND ATTACK.
I must pass over the two attempto of
the enemy on the left flank. Ido not
attempt to give a history of the three
day’s engagements, but simply an out
line. Twice during the forenoon of
Friday there were attacks which were
successfully repulsed.
I could hear at times far off to the
north a dull report of artillery, and could
sec little handfuls of smoke in the air
in the direction of Carlisle. It was not
Gregg, neither Kilpatrick nor Buford,
for they were otherwhere. Who then ?
Couch or Smith, coming down on Lee’s
flank ? What he has to do must be
done quickly. He will have anew foe
at hand to-morrow. There are new
signs of the coming struggle—ammu
nition going up to the batteries, boxes
of spherical case shells, grape and can
ister.
You see movements along the enemy’s
lines —troops taking positions south of
Dr. Schmuckcr’s. The forenoon passes.
Between one and half-past one, a rebel
battery north of the seminary fires a gun,
and then all along the rebel line, from
the right to the left, the rebel batteries
pour a concentrated fire upon Howard’s
position. The lines covers an hundred
and eighty degrees of the circle.
THEIR INTENTION.
Their intention is well understood—to
silence Howard’s batteries because they
enfilade the attacking force, ready to
move over the fields toward the centre —
our weakest point. If they can give to
the living a quiet as profound as that of
the sleepers beneath the ground molder
ing to dust, then they may hope to break
through the thin line of men of the sec
ond corps.
But Howard is not a man to be kept
silent at such a time without especial
cause. It rains, hails, pours upon him.
His battery horses are knocked to pieces,
the tombstones are knocked over, iron
railings torn, shrubs and trees cut down,
here and there a limb damaged, but he
is not silenced. He keeps at it coolly and
spiritedly.
Not only Howard's, but all the batter
ies along the lines of both armies are in
full play.
HEADQUARTERS A HOT PLACE.
The rebels have evidently discovered
that the American flag floating over the
cottage on the Taneytown road is the
headquarters’flag. G en. Meade is there,
surrounded by his staff. A hundred
horses arc standing in the dooryard,
tethered to the pailings or nibbling the
grass by the roadside. Engineers arc
down on their knees examining maps.
Wearied correspondents are making notes
beneath the shadow of the gable. —
There is an ominous silence all along
the lines. It begins —the infernal din
and uproar. A shell screamed over the
house startling those who were there.
Another —a third —a half dozen —twen-
ty —over the house—through it —into
the yard —burying themselves in the
earth —exploding in the air—tearing
horses to pieces—knocking in the sides
of the building. Gen. Meade quietly
remarked that they had better adjourn
to the barn, hut the barn was equally
exposed. Some officers walked hastily
into the grove near at hand. Some went
down cellar with a couple of correspond
ents. One correspondent mounted his
horse with commendable alacrity and
walloped down the road at a tremendous
rate, running the gauntlet of fire for a half
mile.
I remember the fire at Antietam and
at Fredericksburg, but never have I
hoard such a roar of field artillery——three
hundred guns firing with the utmost ra
pidity—-the rebels to disable and silence
ours, while their infantry moied across
the fields to attack our center. They
had tried the right and the left, had
failed, and now with all energy, power,
desperation and madness they were to
attempt our weakest position.
THE MOVEMENT.
Howord allowed them to think that
they had silenced him. He slackened
fire to allow his guns to cool. The time
had come for Lee to make his last grand
effort. .
Stand then by the cemetery and look
south along the lines. Across the mead
ows, emerging from the woods, is a long
line of skirmishers in double ranks. _
Behind you see the first attacking
force and then the second attacking
force The lines are long and straight.
They march excellently. The ranks
bend over a hillock, dip into a hollow,
but arc unbroken. The open field is a
half mile wide. Solid shot plow through
them. Shells make great gaps. Men
toss their arras wildly and fall headlong,
but the movement is still on. Ihe
movement mainly is against the Second,
Third and Fifth corps. Hill, Long
street and Andersen's reserves are cx-
- I one dollar per year
’ | if paid in advance.
pected to be there forty thousand
men.
The Second corps is like a thin blue
ribbon —a single line. The men are
kneeling in the rifle pits —not in rev
erent acts of worship, but to shelter
themselves from the lire of the foe.
Forty pieces of cannon cut and gash,
the line as it comes on. It does not
waver. Neither does the line of men in
blue.
General Gibbon—in command of the
Second, now that Hancock is wounded
—walks composedly along the ranks.
“Hold your fire, boys—they are not
near enough yet,” is his command. Still
nearer, and then with bayonets at the
charge, they sweep up to tlis rifle pits.
A line of fire flashes suddenly from the
ranks of the Second. Scores, hundred*
of rebels gp down, but they do not fal
ter. They charge over the pits. Gibbon
orders his men to fall back to the rear
of the batteries. It is done, without
confusion, to allow the artillery the
privilege of using grape. Still on, up
to the muzzles of the guns. They are
blown away —mangled, torn, piled in
heaps.
They move to their right. The flank
is perhaps fifteen rods distant from
Howard. The time has come for a de
cisive blow. Forty pieces of artillry
pour grape and cannister into the ranks.
They melt away. You cannot bum a
straw in a candle flame with greater
rapidity. Their courage, determination,
bragadocio and bravery do not triumph.
They flee. The plain is a mass of dis
comfitted rebels. The ground is thick
with dead. They lie thick as fallen
leaves of autumn.
TAKING PRISONERS.
The enemy were repulsed —now was
the time for action. Webb’s brigade,
without waiting for orders, dashed into
the flying mass and came back with
eight hundred prisoners, Stannard’s
brigade of nine months’ Green Moun
tain boys; their uniforms clean and new,
improved the opportunity and took as
many more.
The Massachusetts 15th, reduced to
two score of men, rushed into the melee
and came back with four stand of colors.
Hall’s brigade, including the 19th and
29th Massachusetts, the 7th Michigan
and a Pennsylvania regiment, captured
eleven colors.
When the fight was most terriffic,
Col. Hall, commanding the brigade,
quietly ordered the color bearer of the
12th Massachusetts to advance upon
the enemy alone. It was like an elec
tric impulse. It thrilled the entire line.
Men forgot that they were on the de
fensive, and without an order from, a
commanding officer the line, as if bent
on one common purpose, surged ahead..
Thousands of bayonets flashed in the
setting sun. Then came a wild hurrah,
and the mass of rebels melted away over,
the plain.
THE RETREAT.
The invasion of the North was over,
the power of the Confederacy brokeru
There at that sunset hour I could dis
cern the future—no longer an overcast-,
sky, but clear, unclouded starlight—a
country saved, baptized, consecrated,
anew to the coming ages.
All honor to the heroic living,, all
glory to the gallant dead ! They have
not fought in vain, they have not died
for nought. No man liveth to himself
alone. Not for themselves, but ! for
their children, for those who may nev
er hear of them in their nameless
graves, have they yielded life—for the
future—for all that is good, pure,, holy,
true, just—for humanity, righteousness,
peace —for paradise on earth—for Christ
and for God —they have given them
selves a willing sacrifice. Blessed be
their memory forevermore. Carleton.
S. C.
These intials usually stand for South
ern Confederacy, but did the reader ev
er think how much of meaning there is
in these letters ? Here is a decade of
example :
1. It originated in South Carolina.
2. It commenced on State Capital.
3. It contains a Suffering Communi
ty.
4. Its success has Slim Chance.
5. Intervention brings it Small Com
fort.
6. Its leaders invent Shameless Cal
umnies.
7. Its people exhibit Surprising
Credulity.
8. It has initiated a Suicidal Conflict.
9. Its woman are Saucy Creatures.
10. Its history will be Scorn and
Contempt.
86S*A Printer who was on his death
couch, and about to take an affectionate
farewell of his weeping friends, observed:
“I have finished my ‘take,’ the galley is
‘proved,’ and the great Proof Reader of
the Universe has marked the errors; let
Death take the ‘slugs’ out, and lam
ready for the ‘hell box.'
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