somewhat conspicuously toward the gentleman on the other side of the house.'] Pearce speaks, half-way, for Maryland. Mr. Clerk Forney presently calls the vote; Trumbull, Sumner, Wilson, and others, responding an emphatic 'Ay;' and the chairman remarks that 'the bill is passed' — six Senators voting 'No.'

Mr. Tennessee Johnson then postponing his speech, we looked into the House, found the seats as full as usual, and business proceeding; and so we adjourned to the cars, and soon whirled by our pickets, and passed the famous 'Junction,' and the Relay House, and Federal Hill, and noted Pratt-street; had a glimpse of Fort McHenry, (we had been told that the retreat would make a rise of a troublous tide in this region, but didn't see it,) and at half-past ten were fairly pressed into the densest of excited crowds at the Philadelphia 'Continental.' 'Is it true that we have twelve thousand killed, and our army all gone?' etc. etc.

Next morning I was rather hoarse-but I felt the pulse of a splendid regiment in Chestnut-street, bound for the cars as early as five A.M., and found that they were n't frightened, but rather the reverse.

Coolly recalling all that I had witnessed, and much that I learned from original witnesses on the spot, just from the field, I think we may safely conclude thus much, namely:

1. That we had been beaten.

2. That the battle should not have been fought on that day; not only because it was the Sabbath, but because, after a day's rest, with reconnoitring, and good meals, the enemy might have been scorched out of his den of batteries, and then whipped easily.

3. That our men showed pluck and fortitude, and stood their ground at great disadvantage.

4. That many of our officers were only so-so, and some were among the missing.

5. That the rebel force on the field was much the largest, and was repeatedly relieved by fresh regiments from their reserves.

6. That in the open field they were invariably driven back; their concealed batteries and their cavalry were their chief reliance, and chief success.

7. That their troops, at least a portion of them, butchered our wounded men, and gave no quarter; but that after the battle our wounded were well treated.

8. That the panic was a groundless one, caused by misapprehension, or possibly by design of traitors among the spectators; that it was soon stopped, although too late to save the day; that our main army remained together, and in comparative good order.

9. That part of the rebels were themselves retreating, at the same moment; and that the rest did not leave their intrenchments toward our forces, during that night.

10. That panics and false reports are 'as easy as lying.'

P. S. Several incidents in this simple narrative were too trivial to be worth mention, except as they had reference to what has since become a topic of considerable public discussion namely, the nature, extent, and duration of that panic. The following note from my companion is here added, because it was written before he had seen a word from me; while the circumstance that our companions on the track actually slept at Centreville until twelve P.M. is a curious confirmation of our theory, that deliberate movements that night were proved by the sequel to be quite safe. If our story appears like a tedious, much-ado about nothing, it is at least carefully pruned of all exaggeration.

'MR.

:

'Washington, D.C., July 24th, 1881.

'DEAR SIR: In compliance with your request, I sit down to apprise you of the fate of our quondam companions in our adventures and eventful foray into 'Dixie.' I intended to call on you at Willard's, on Monday evening, but after going to the Department, and reporting for duty, I found, after working two or three hours, that I became so sleepy that I was forced to obtain leave of absence, and going home, I threw myself on the bed, and enjoyed a happy unconsciousness of all sublunary affairs from that time till ten P.M.; and, indeed, with the exception of a short interval of waking, till the next morning. On presenting myself at my boarding-house, at breakfast, I found I had about been given over, as at least among the 'missing.' It seems that our two companions, Burnham and Young, after pushing ahead a little way on the track, repented of their temerity, and retraced their steps, as we did, to the station, and then took the road, also, to Fairfax Court-House; but on reaching the road leading to Centreville, they turned into that, and by thus cutting off the angle that we made, they were enabled to pass through that place, and even get quite near to the battle-field-full as near, in fact, as I think we should have cared to, for Burnham says that after they attacked the hospital, and the retreat commenced, they heard a cannon-ball whistle over their heads, which, I infer, contributed in a slight degree to an acceleration of their movements. They say they were at the place in the road when Colonel Montgomery (as I see it was by the papers) made that famous 'halt!' of the light brigade, (Russell and Company,) soon after it occurred, and they stopped there, procuring tea and a lodging at the house near by. They started on their return tramp at about twelve, and must have been only a little way behind us, all the way-reaching here in less than an hour after we did. I called at Willard's the next morning, to report their safe arrival, but found you had left on Monday. Yesterday afternoon, I walked out to Camp Sprague, to ascertain, if possible, the fate of my uncle, of whom I had heard such bad news on the road, and from what I could gather, my worst fears were confirmed. A sergeant of his company, who, by the way, had himself received a slight gunshot wound in the back of the head, told me that he stood close beside him when he fell, and helped to bear him to the hospital, when they were obliged to leave him outside, under the shade of a tree. They considered his wound of itself mortal, and as the hospital was afterward shelled and taken, I think there can be but little doubt of his fate, especially in view of the accounts of

the enemy's barbarity to the wounded. A chaplain of one of the Connecticut regiments told me that he himself saw one of them go up to one of our wounded and bayonet him, though he pleaded to be spared; and that another gentleman, on whom he could rely, saw a similar instance of Southern chivalry.' Poor C! . . . The only other persons missing from that company, half of whom were my school-mates, are, a young man who was placed to guard C- and who, on being warned to flee, nobly declared he would not abandon a wounded comrade, and thus probably fell into the enemy's hands; and a young man named Lake, a brother-in-law of my wife's. The lieutenant, whom the young soldier we overtook reported as missing, had come in yesterday afternoon much exhausted, having been left behind, and obliged to crawl under some blackberry-bushes, and heard the Black-Horse Cavalry ride by, swearing, after the Rhode-Island thieves.' He was obliged to sleep there all night; and then, after walking into Alexandria in the rain, by a piece of official stupidity, was compelled to remain on the wharf the rest of the day, and all of another night, though drenched to the skin, guarding some baggage, I believe. He has seen considerable service, both in the army and on a manof-war, but he told me he never went through so much as he had since last Sunday morning. Among the missing in the other companies is one noble young fellow from Newport, with whom I used to board in Hartford, and whom I had often called on since he came here; I hope, however, to hear of his arrival yet. Among the wounded, I found one young fellow-townsman, who had received a ball toward the back of one hip, which had passed so near through as to be extracted, by a slight incision, from the other; and yet he had walked the whole distance, and sat outside of the hospital-barracks, coolly smoking his pipe. There were instances of individual bravery in this battle not excelled by Thermopyla or Marathon. When our volunteers left Bristol, one mother, a Mrs. Pierce, who had two sons among them, said she only wished she had more to send; and she afterward wrote a highly patriotic letter, which was read to the whole company, in the town-hall, on the morning of their departOne of her sons met with an accident while they were encamped at Providence, by a comrade entering his tent with a musket, as he was going out, and forcing the bayonet into his eye, so that he was obliged to return home. The other son was in the battle Sunday; as the regiment stood on the hill, exposed to a galling fire, the color-sergeant, toward whom, of course, most of the shots were directed, rather flinched, and stepped behind a tree. Called upon to come out, he rather hesitated, when young Pierce proved himself a worthy scion of the parent stock, by seizing the standard, rushing in advance, and waving it defiantly at the enemy. I am happy to say that, though assailed by a shower of bullets, he came off unscathed. I sat down yesterday, and wrote out little sketch of our escapade, which I forwarded this morning to the Phonix, our paper at home, but I know not whether it will reach there in time for this week's issue. Should it appear, I will send you a copy, by all means. I think I shall have to procure a copy of your 'Rebellion Record,' in which that Sunday's proceedings, in which we were in a degree participants, will doubtless have an important place, though our individual move

ure.

ments will probably not form quite so conspicuous a feature as in my narration. It seems to be pretty well ascertained that our loss, though quite heavy, is insignificant compared with the estimates made at first. Even the FireZouaves, who were said to be 'cut to pieces,' have not probably more than one hundred at most in any way disabled, and other regiments came off almost unharmed. The loss of the Zouaves seems to have been owing to the want of cavalry to flank them in attacking the batteries. 'Yours truly,

H. H. T.'

2d P. S.—I cut the following document from the Daily Times, of Bath, Maine, July 31.

A Poetical and Pa riotic Gem.

BY THE DESCENDANT OF AN F. F. v.'

On the memorable twenty-first of July, the day of the great battle near Manassas, a party of civilians, consisting of C. T. Greenleaf, Esq., of this city, G. P. Putnam, Esq., of New-York, Rev. D. Torrey, of Ithaca, N. Y., and one or two others, were at Fairfax Court-House, Virginia, and on the spot where the Virginia Rifles had been stationed, Mr. Greenleaf picked up a paper carefully and legibly written in blue ink. It proved to be a gem of rare merit, a rough diamond, indicating that the Muses and the school-master are abroad, and for the edification of our readers we are permitted to give below a verbatim et literatim copy:

'My harp is hung on the willou tree, Its of to the war I will gou

My peace home has no charms for me Ile meet them on the potomac show

Thare is a war a kindling fast tis on land & sea, And we must and face our enemee
Great Britain eighty years a gou, whilst we were young and slender

She aimt at us a mortal bow, But GOD was our defender

JEHOVAH Saw her horid plan Great WASHINTON he gave us

His holiness inspired that man With power and skill to save Us

She sent her fleets and armies ore To ransack kill and plunder

Our heroes met them on the show And did beat them back like thunder
Our Independance we possest And with thare hands they assind it

But on thare hearts twas near imprest And never could we find it

We bore it untel forbarrance twas degrading They wood rob our ship at sea and stop Us

from furren nation a trading

The WASHING has built his fame with credit and renoun

He has planted a tree of libertee that Britteans cant pul down

The roots they reach from Show to Show the Branches reach the sky

Tis oh for freedom wele a dow Will Conquer foes or die

for JAMES SCHOFIELE (from Lynchbug virginia for JAMES P. CHRISTIAN

TO THE EVIL OF ALL TIME.

BY CHARLES GODFREY LELAND.

Rustica gens, optima flens, pessima ridens.'- MEDIEVAL Proverb.

GOD is not dead yet, ye liars of the South!

I will hold no measured words with men who so blaspheme,
As to swear that sacred freedom is condemned by His own mouth,
And the martyr-side of history was all a bloody dream.

But the last sun has not set,

And man has not toiled for ages

To be fooled out of his wages

Because 'The South' has said it.

GOD is not dead yet.

Ye never-dying vampires, still in old Etrurian graves

Rest the vases with the ashes of the forms which once ye wore,
When ye strove to crush the People back into dirt as slaves,
And said: 'We are patricians — be ye sold for evermore!'
But howe'er ye spread the net,

There were thoughts which would break through it,
And they live to make you rue it

Through the brightening path of ages. GoD is not dead yet.

How

ye

howled in indignation when a Gospel for the low
Was preached to poor and simple men untempled and unpriced!
But ye dug your darkest pitfall, and shaped your weariest wo,
When ye crucified the People, in the form of JESUS CHRIST:
And you thought Truth's sun had set,

But it dawned upon a morrow,

Which brought you endless sorrow,

And sounded your va victis! GOD is not dead yet.

How through the Middle Ages your accursed banners flaunted,

And with biting pride you vaunted the wild-beast crests you wore. 'The serf is vile when laughing; good when weeping, crushed, and daunted,' Was the precious Christian doctrine of your feudal Latin lore;

While with blood your racks were wet.

So ye ever used your power,

While fortune was in flower;

But now comes the avenging hour. God is not dead yet.

Then came the Reformation, like a dagger in your side,

With its LUTHERS and VON HÜTTENS, striking error to its grave;

And their war-shouts, once in heaven, turned to holy hymns, which cried

For the sacred rights of labor and freedom to the slave:

And we forced from you the debt;

But something is still owing,

There is compound interest growing,

And now we'll make you pay it! Gon is not dead yet.