THE "LITTLE REBEL."-A lady temporarily residing among the Black Republicans in Northern Pennsylvania, writes to her husband in this city that an increase, in the form of a baby boy, had occurred in their family. In her own words, she adds: "Upon the sex of my baby being known, I proclaimed his name to be Jefferson Davis. The indignation with which this announcement was received, can be better imagined than described. No one pretends to call him by his proper name, but instead, the 'Little Rebel!' I had silently submitted to insulting abolition harangues until it was supposed I had been curod of all my secession proclivities. Judge, then, if you can, of the great surprise with which I treated the neighborhood in naming my baby!"-N. O. True Delta, Aug. 1.

SOUTHERN VIOLENCE.-Mr. Collins, son of Dr. Collins, a noted Methodist who escaped from the South some time since, relates the following:- "Miss Giernstein, a young woman from Maine, who had been teaching near Memphis, became an object of suspicion, and left for Cairo on the cars. One of the firemen overheard her say to some Northern men, "Thank God! we shall soon be in a land where there is freedom of thought and speech.' The fellow summoned the Vigilance Committee, and the three Northern men were stripped, and whipped till their flesh hung in strips. Miss G. was stripped to her waist, and thirteen lashes given her bare back."

Mr. Collins says the brave girl permitted no cry or tear to escape her, but bit her lips through and through. With head shaved, scarred, and disfigured, she was at length permitted to resume her journey toward civilization.-N. Y. Tribune, Aug. 7.

COLONEL CORCORAN.-The Richmond Dispatch remarks:-We hear of but one account, with few exceptions, from all the prisoners taken by our men everywhere, and that is that they came here without any intention of fighting the South, but were compelled to unite in the invading movement, and that if they were home they would never be caught in such a scrape again. The last assertion may be true, but not a word of the rest. The circumstances under which they left the North are known to the South as well as to themselves; and their very name and organization, volunteers, contradict every word they utter. We confess we have more respect for the most impudent among them-Colonel Corcoran, for example, who, we understand, says: "I went into the business with my whole soul, and I wouldn't take my parole if they'd give it to me."

"TEST OATH."-The following is the test oath adopted by the city council of Montgomery, Ala. All citizens are required to take it:

BURNING OF HAMPTON, VA.-The subjoined reminiscences are from the Richmond Examiner, and were published just after the burning of the Odd Fellows' Hall and jail at Hampton by the United States troops :

This is the second time in its history that it has been fired by the enemy. In the war of the first Revolution, the English squadron, annoyed by the gallant exploits of two young officers, Samuel and James Daron, attacked Hampton and put the most of it in flames; not, however, without encountering a most gallant resistance from the Hamptonians, supported by the celebrated Culpepper Minute Men--the united force under command of Col. Woodford, who subsequently fell in one of the battles of the Revolution.

No spot in Virginia is invested with more thrilling romance and historic interest than Hampton and its immediate vicinity. It was visited in 1607 by Capt. John Smith, then an Indian town called Kecaughtan. Here Smith and his party were regaled with corn cakes, and exchanged for them trinkets and beads. The locality was settled from Jamestown in 1610, and was incorporated a century afterward as the town of "Ye Shire of Elizabeth City."

The Episcopal church, an ancient pile made of imported brick, is the oldest building in the village, and probably, from its isolated location, may have escaped the late conflagration. It is the second oldest church in the State, and is surrounded by a cemetery filled with countless "marble marks of the dead." Seattered through it may be found, at intervals, stones with armorial quarterings, designating the restingplace of honored ancestry. Some of these are very old, dating, in several instances, back into the seventeenth century. Here repose the earthly remains of many a cavalier and gentleman, whose names are borne by numerous families all over the Southern States.

One of the traditions connected with this old edifice, is that the venerable steeple was, prior to the Revolution, surmounted with the royal coat-of-arms of George III., but that on the 4th of July, 1776, a thunder-cloud blew up, and lightning rent the steeple and dashed the insignia of royalty to the earth.

The village of Hampton is beautifully situated on an arm of the sea setting in from the adjacent roadstead which bears its name, and is celebrated for its health and facilities for fine living.

The late census showed that the aggregate white

and black population was nearly two thousand, who pursued nearly all the common or general pursuits of a town of that size. Some of the residences were of brick, and erected at a heavy cost, belonging to opulent farmers and tradesmen; beside, they had large gardens, out-houses, and other valuable improvements, all of which are destroyed.-See Diary of the American Revolution.

FIVE FIGHTING MINISTERS.-The N. Y. Observer says that a Louisiana clergyman, writing to them over his own name, remarks:

"I am one of five ministers, of three different denominations, in a single company, armed for the defence of our rights and liberties, three of whom are between 50 and 60 years old. And I tell you in candor, and in the fear of God, that if you or any of the brethren who have urged on this diabolical war, come on with the invading army, I would slay you with as hearty a good-will, and with as clear a conscience, as I would the midnight assassin.

mit.

"In the name of God, I conjure you, let us alone. I speak the spontaneous sentiment of every Southern heart-man, woman, and child. We will never subWe will shed the last drop of blood in defence of our rights. You are my enemy, and I am yours, "J. F. F." The editors remark that they withhold the name of the belligerent subscriber who thus expresses his thirst for their blood, and, after stating that he owes them $25, indulge in the hope that before he "slays'

them, he will clear his conscience" by paying that

little bill.

KISSING BY A REGIMENT.-The Webster (Mass.) Times relates the following incident of the return of the Sixth regiment:-The engine halted for water at the North Village, and as the girls in Slater's mills had congregated upon the lawn, between the mill and the railroad track, the soldiers flocked from the cars and occupied the few minutes of the halt in most prolonged and indiscriminate kissing, to which the blushing girls submitted with a commendable and becoming grace.

BUNSBY RUSSELL ON BULL RUN.-Bunsby Russell, in writing his squib to the Times,

Tells the tale of the flight, but no word of the fight;
How is it all over the inquiry chimes-
Only one-half the story fell under his sight?

But a reason exists why the battle's chief brunt Brought no sight to his eye, and no sound to his

ear,

A strict army rule held him back from the front, For the old women always are kept in the rear.

A TERRIBLE PARSON IN BATTLE.-We have about come to the conclusion that the war correspondents VOL. III.-POETRY 4

for the Southern papers can beat those of the North. A correspondent of the Memphis Appeal says:"Parson Rippetoe, a Methodist preacher, and captain of a Virginia company, performed prodigies of valor at the first taking of Sherman's battery, (for it was taken, then lost, then again taken.) He cut the throats of the horses, and then engaged Lieutenant Sherman in a hand-to-hand conflict with sabres. After a ten minutes' fight-both being accomplished swordsmen-he severed Sherman's head from his body at one blow."

We had a pleasant conversation with General Sherman in our office on Monday last, and he did not appear to be aware that he had been beheaded. At any rate he did not allude to the somewhat interesting event. Possibly, however, his memory may have been affected by the operation, for we cannot suppose the Southern parson would exaggerate.—Providence Journal.

MISS JENNIE A. CURTIS.-Probably all of our readers are familiar with the story of the arrest by the rebels, and subsequent release, of Miss Jennie A. Curtis,-we notice that many of the papers have insisted on calling her Mrs. Curtis, and in fact the name has appeared in our own columns in that shape, but it is a mistake. We do not publish the letter, as Miss Curtis expressly says it is not intended to go into print. She informs us that her business at Washington was to visit her brother, who is a member of Capt. Thomas' Company, we believe,

her object being to see for herself how the regiment

After

fared. Her brother had never made any complaints, and she wanted to know how he was faring. him to remain in the vicinity of the camp until the satisfying herself on this point, she was induced by he expected to accompany her home. She is now— expiration of his sworn term of three months, when or was at the time the letter was written-boarding home in a few days. Miss Curtis says the "secesh," at the Clarendon Hotel in Washington, but will be as she calls them, did not make much out of her,

and adds:-"I was determined, if I was to die, to say all I had to say"-and we have no doubt she

said it. As we have before stated, she is the daughter of Mr. Hiram Curtis, of Albion.-Rochester Democrat, Aug. 23.

FLYING ARTILLERY.-Rev. J. T. Montgomery's company of flying artillery, at Montgomery, Ala., now stationed at Judge Johnson's Warehouse, have received quite an accession to their numbers since their arrival in this city. The company now has one hundred and forty members, but we understand there is still room for ten more. About one hundred and twenty horses have been procured.-Mobile Evening News.

DIX'S EPISTLE.-A Sunday-school scholar at Akother members of his class, to repeat from the Bible ron, Ohio, a lad of eleven, on being requested, with a verse of his own selection, promptly gave the following: "If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot."

PRAYING ON JOHN BROWN'S SENTENCE SEAT.When Gen. Patterson's column had entered Charlestown, Va., and taken possession of the Court House, and raised our flag, to the great indignation of the rebel citizens, the Rev. Mr. Fulton, Chaplain of the

The other dark and evil-eyed;

And straightway from out of the midst of them all,
A man walked forth with a face like the dead,
While these words appeared above on the wall:
"He betrayed the country that gave him bread!"
And he that lay on his couch that night,

Gazed trembling forward into the space, While his heart stood still with a sudden fright, As the criminal turned-he saw his own face!

THE WIDOW OF WORCESTER COUNTY, (EDWARDS' FERRY.)

BY "S. W."

Last spring, when Frank had fed the ploughed and harrowed ground with seed,

A fearful cry tore by us with the South wind's winged speed;

But we hoped it was a nightmare, till the news was brought from town,

surely died!

"A stealthy step-a gleam of hell—

It is the simple truth to tell

The Son stabbed, and the Mother fell;

our banner down.

In my bitter grief and anguish keen, I felt the an

cient ire

Of Bunker Hill and Lexington course through my veins like fire,

irreproachable.

BY G. WILLIS WHITE, JR.

He lay on his couch in the silent hour,

And the midnight lamp burned dim,
And he thought of the reins of despotic power,
That none could hold but him;

But his brain was fevered and weary with thought,
And his body was racked with pain,
While his heart beat fast when his memory sought
To bring back old times again.

He figured his profits-a good round sum
They seemed to his fevered mind;
But a spectre grim there seemed to come,
When a balance he sought to find;
He saw on the wall, and in clear relief,

A ghostly group of mechanics appear,
And they built a gallows, and talked of a thief,
Who, dreading his death, was standing near;

heart upon the land,

I wept when, on my thin gray locks, I felt Frank's

manly hand,

And saw my grandsire's musket gleam within his clenchéd grip,

And read the clear and stern gray eye that chid the quivering lip;

Read that the eye would smile no more until it saw the foe,

Whilst the lips were loth to shape the words, "Dear mother, I must go."

So I sealed them with a kiss, dried up my tears, and filled his sack,

And, at dawn, upon his home my only darling turned his back.

As he kissed my cheek at parting, he whispered in

my ear,

"Do not let my Ruth forget me, though I stay away a year."

Our garden's yield was plenteous, and the meadow filled the mow,

And Ruth came over twice a day to milk our only

cow.

The rye that Frank bad sown sprang up and turned

from green to gold,

But a stranger's flail, within the barn, its master's absence told.

Whilst the hireling reaped the grain, I shudd'ring

thought, but held my breath,

How busy in Virginia was the sickle keen of Death!

Thus the troubled summer sped, our note of time the

weekly cheer

of his letters; and we kissed them when they reck

oned half a year.

Yesterday I heard our boys had crossed the broad Potomac's flow;

Ruth was reading of the streams where Babel's weeping willows grow,

When a dove perched on the line through which flash before our gate

Words of sorrow or of gladness for the people and the State.