Raid of Captain Wm. Miles Hazzard on St. Simon's Island.

Among the many bold and successful raids within the enemy's lines, perhaps none surpassed, in cool courage and successful results, that made by Captain William Miles Hazzard, upon the island of Saint Simons, Georgia, which was occupied as was occupied as an important depot for Federal troops and supplies. He not only entered their lines, but burned the wharf and large storehouses at the south end of the island, but although his retreat was cut off by the capture of his boats, he took those of the enemy and thus effected his escape to the mainland.

Possibly, to vent their spite for the injury inflicted, the United States troops subsequently destroyed the parish church and the tombstones which marked the graves of his family. This act so incensed Captain Hazzard, that by the light of a torch, upon one of the broken slabs, he wrote the following letter and boldly entering the camp of the Federal commander, General Montgomery, he placed it at the door of his tent upon a stick planted in the ground.

The poet, Paul H. Hayne, hearing of these courageous acts, ascertained the facts of the affair and wrote the following beautiful ode in commemoration thereof.

Captain Hazzard is descended from a military family, the first of whom, William Hazzard, was a colonel in the British army. His son, Major William Whig Hazzard, was in the Continental army, and wounded at the seizure of Savannah; while his own father was a Colonel in the United States army of the date of General Scott, with whom he served. A. R. CHISHOLM.

ST. S. CHURCH YARD, St. Simon's Island, Georgia. Commandant Federal Forces at South End:

SIR-I have more than once been informed through your deserted allies, that the graves of our family and friends had been desecrated by your forces after the unsuccessful attempt to capture me some months ago. This rumor I could not believe, as the custom, even of the savage, has been to respect the home of the dead. But the sight I now behold convinces me of the truth of the report. I shuddered to think of the practice of bushwhacking, shooting sentinels on post, &c., which has always been discountenanced by my commander (General Beauregard), and my chief has spared many of your men. But let me tell you, sir, that beside these graves, I swear by heaven to avenge their desecration. If it is honorable for you to disturb the dead, I shall consider it an honor, and will make it my ambition, to disturb your living. I shall

fancy, sir, the voice of the departed ones from their desecrated homes, exclaiming that such a nation may truly say to Corruption, thou art my father; to Dishonor, thou art my mother; Vandalism, thou art my ambition. W. MILES HAZZARD.

ODE BY PAUL HAYNE.

I.

The night and its stillness were 'round him,
And the spell of solitude bound him

With a feeling of awe, as his footsteps drew nigh
The spot where the bones of his forefathers lie,

On the island whose tropical wildwood

Had rung to the laugh of his childhood;

And he paused with a sigh where the low branches fall
From the oak, and the willow o'ershadowing the wall
Of the church-yard, that sleeps pale and hoary
'Neath the moonlighted tremulous glory!

II.

He stood in the stillness, full-hearted!

For a dream of the loved and departed

Sunk deep in his soul, to the fountain of tears,

And the memories were stirred that had slumbered with years,
And while touched by these reveries tender,

He passed from the shade to the splendor,

And beheld with a start the grey tombs of his sires
All blackened with insults, and blasted with fires,

By the human hyena who lashes

His rage o'er a dead freeman's ashes!

III.

There are passions too stern for full token!
There are vows far too deep to be broken!

And such was the storm of the passion, which now
Whirled up from the scout's boiling breast to his brow,
Overwhelming all gentler emotion

As calm streams are 'whelmed in the ocean;
And such was the oath, which thrilled hot on his tongue,
From the spirit this dastardly outrage had wrung,

While the last voice of mercy that wooed him
Fled fast from the wrath that subdued him!-

IV.

By these monuments, wasted and lowly,

By the thought of my dead, the most holy,
By the strength of my arm, by the ire in my soul,
I vow wheresoever the red battle-waves roll,

And their standards of infamous omen

Shall flaunt o'er the heads of our foemen,

For each wreck and foul stain which their fury hath left
On the graves of my ancestors, ravaged and cleft,

That the corpse of some craven marauder
Shall gorge the wild birds of our border!"

V.

He spoke and his eyes that were bright'ning
With the glare of his heart's lurid lightning,
Flashed fierce as he strode 'round the fragments of tombs
Thro' the quick-shifting gleams and the desolate glooms,
To the worn temple porch, where in silence
He wrote his swift words of defiance,

And affixed them thereon, with the letters of flame
Shining clear o'er the sign of his terrible name,
That the ruffianly ghouls who peruse them
May know what dark vengeance pursues them!

VI.

As he turned him to go thro' the wildwood,
That echoed the sports of his childhood,

It seemed to the scout that dread voices of yore

Were blent with the night winds that moaned by the shore,—

That the heroes of Eld hovered o'er him,

And this the stern message they bore him:

No rest to thine arm, brain or valor be given,
Till the hordes of the outlaw and alien are driven
By the keen sword of ruin and slaughter,
To their ships on the gore-crimsoned water."

Notes and Queries.

Where is General Nathaniel Green of Revolutionary Fame Buried?

Our attention has been recently called to the fact that the grave of this distinguished General and noble patriot is now unknown. His remains were originally deposited in the vault of Major Pendleton, of Savannah, but they were afterwards removed, and the patriot-soldier now rests, so far as we are able to learn, in an unknown grave. If we have been misinformed, or if any one can give details concerning this interesting question, we should be glad to hear from him.

EDITORIAL PARAGRAPHS.

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LITERARY NOTICE.

RISE AND FALL OF THE CONFEDERATE GOVERNMENT, BY JEFFERSON DAVIS. New York: D. Appleton & Co.

We have received from W. W. Hayne, of Baltimore, general agent for Virginia and Maryland, a copy of this superb book of two volumes of over 700 pages each, which is gotten up in the highest style of this famous publishing house.

The nineteen engravings (two portraits of Mr. Davis, and good likenesses of members of his Cabinet, leading generals, &c.) and eighteen maps of battle-fields are all admirably executed, and add to the interest and value of the book. But the contents of the book itself would have been welcomed even if coming in rough garb. As a story of a great revolution, told by its leading actor, it would command attention. When this actor is a man of great ability, of unspotted character; a high-toned Christian gentleman; as true a patriot as ever drew sword in freedom's cause, and the master of a terse, classic English which has long been the admiration of scholars and the delight of those who have heard him or read his State papers, it were superfluous to add that we expected a book of rare power and deep interest, and that we have not been disappointed. We have

read it with thrilling interest, and shall place it on a convenient shelf where it will be at hand for ready reference, and where our children and children's children may read this noble and triumphant defence of the Confederate cause this admirable story of the heroic deeds of our Confederate people.

We have neither time nor space now for any elaborate review of the work. We propose in future to give a series of papers on its several parts, with liberal extracts from its pages. We can only give now some idea of its scope and the value of its contents.

Part I is a very able sketch of the origin of slavery in this country and the process by which our friends at the North, who were mainly instrumental in establishing it, discovered that it was "the sum of all villianies" after they had sold their slaves and pocketed the money, and begun that sectional agitation which culminated in the election of a sectional President and the secession of the Southern States. He ably shows that slavery was not the cause, but an incident of the separation, and that for the secession movement the North, and not the South, was responsible.

Part II is a forcible, clear and unanswerable constitutional argument for the Sovereignty of the States, and the Right of Secession.

Part III gives a deeply interesting narrative of "Secession and Confederation," showing the steps by which the Southern States seceded, the formation of the Confederacy, the provisions of the Confederate Constitution, &c. He clearly sets forth that the Confederates were for peace, not war-that they exhausted every means of pacification, while their commissioners at Washington awaited the pleasure of the Federal Government, and were amused by the perfidious assurances of Seward that Sumter would be evacuated at the very time when the Government was fitting out an expedition to reinforce it—and that the cry against the South for "firing the first gun" is as senseless and false as to charge a man with being the aggressor who disarms the assassin advancing on him with drawn weapon instead of waiting for him to strike.

Part IV embraces the history of the war and of the civil administration during the four years of the great struggle for constitutional freedom. He shows the difficulties with which the South had to contend, brings out clearly the fact that from the first we fought against overwhelming numbers and resources, shows the ability of our generals, the heroism of our soldiers, the patriotism of our people, and the devotion of our noble women; and writes a story of which we may well be proud, and which we may, without a blush, hand down to generations yet unborn.

He does not go into full details of battles, but gives rather general outlines and results; but on all of our great campaigns he sheds light, which his position enabled him to give, and adds interesting personal anecdotes and incidents to our previous stock of information, which makes us regret that he did not make another volume, and treat this part of his narrative more fully.

He brings out very clearly that in the general "conduct of the war," so far as observing the "humanities" of modern civilization, the Confederacy has a far better record than the Federal Government, and that (despite of widely circulated