GENESEE EVANGELIST—WhoIe No. 801 §«i*f. AFRICA, AND HER SONS. nr «M*s montooiiist. ttfh.™ the stupendous Mountains of the Moon hroail shadows o’er the realms of noon} l Caffraria, With stately heads among the forest boughs, To Atlas, where Nnmldian lions slow with torrid fire beneath eternal snow | From Nubian W>'»- Regktna 1m nt enacunsearchable, unknown, S in the sphm.ior of the solar zone) n f womters i where creation seems Co moro the works of nature, but her dreams: ", W H,|, and beautiful, beyond control, She reigns in all the freedom of her soul. In these romantic regions, man grows wild! Here dwells the negro, Net lure's outcast child , Scorned by his brethren} but his mother’s eye, That gazes on him from her warmest sky, sees in his flexile limbs untutored grace, Power on his forehead, beauty in his face } Sees in his breast, where lawless passions rove, The heart of friendship, and the home of love} Sees In his mind, where desolation reigM; Fierce as his clime, uncultured as his plains, A soil where virtue’s fairest flowers might shoot, And trees of science bend with glorious fruit } gees in hts soul, involved with thickest qjght, An emanation of eternal light, Ordained, ’midst sinking worlds his dust to fire, And shine forever when the stars expire. Is he not wan, though knowledge never shed Her quickening beams on his neglected head? is he not Mas, though sweet religion’s voice Ne’er bade the mourner in his God rejoice? is he not man, by sin and suffering tried? Is be not man, for whom the Saviour died f Belie the negro’s powers—ln headlong will* Christian, thy brother thou shalt prove him still t Belie his virtues—since his wroags,began, His follies and his crimes have stamped him man, THE BURIAL OF MOSES. "And He hurled him In the land of Moah, over against Betb-peor; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this daylMtoi.xxxiv. 8. By Nebo’s lonely mountain, On this side Jordan’s wave, In a vale of the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave; And no man dug the sepulchre, And no man saw it o'er— For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth} But no man saw the tramping, Or saw the train go forth. Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night Is done, And the crimßon streak on ocean’s cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves j So, without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept, Silently down from the mountain’s crown Thegrent procession swept. Perchance the hold old eagle, On gray Beth-peor’s height, Out from his rocky eyrie Looked on the wondrous sight; Perchance the lion, stalking, Still shuns that hallowed spot; For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not. Atnid the noblest of the land, Men lay the sage to rest, And give the bard an honored place With costly marble dressed, In the great minster transept, Where lights like glories fall, And the choir sings, and tbe organ rings Along the emblazoned wall. This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth’s philosopher Traced with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truth half so sage As he wrote down for men. And bad he not high honor— The hill-side for his pall— To lie In state while angels watt, With stars for tapers tall; And the dark pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave, And God’s own hand, in that lonely land, To lay him lo the grave? In that deep grave without a name, Whence hie uncofflned elay Shall break again— most wondrous thought! Before the judgment day, And stand with glory wrapped around, Oo the bill he never trod, And speak of the strife that won our life, With the inoarnate Son of God. o,lonely tomb in Moah’s land! 0, dark Beth-peor’s hill! Speak to these curious hearts of ours, And teach them to bo still. God hath hie mysteries of grace, Ways that we cannot tell} Ho hides them deep, like the secret sleep Of him he loved so well. Dublin University Magazine, €amsjian&en«. [From the Banner of the Covenant.] AN INTERESTING LETTER FROM THE CAMP. 10th Company, 79th Regiment, N. V. 8. M, \ Washington, Aug. 29th, 1861. $ My Dear Friend I know not whether yon are aware that I am now in the army, ready to sacrifice life, if need be, as I have already sacri ficed every comfort, for the sake of preserving that "Union” whose Constitution has been the pride of Americans, and the envy of "foreign horn.” In the ranks of the Highland Guard, 09th N. Y. S. M.) I have the honor to be en rolled, and, under the command of the lamented Cameron, participated in the fearful doings at Ball Run, on the 18th, and at Stone Bridge, oo the 21st of July. I feel that it would be a waste of time for me to refer at length to the orents of those memorable days; and yet I can* act refrain from making one remark in regard to what has been called the "Politicians’ Bat tle.” REICCTANOB TO FIGHT ON THE SABBATH. "When the order was given for us to march °n Sabbath morning, yon have no idea how de pressing an influence it had on very many. We knew the enemy was near to ns, and that to ®Meh was to fight, and, though the order was received by many with enthusiasm, not a few felt that no good would result from such a wil fel, unnecessary aud 111-advised violation of the Holy Sabbath. And on that lovely Sabbath morning as we marched along to the field of bat lfe. even amid all the military enthusiasm natu tal to an army composed of at least two-thirds Dutchmen and North of Ireland brothers, ever at |d anon the wish would be expressed that we not fight that day, while not a few en tertained a hope that our march that morning w os only to take up our position and be in good trim for the next day. But when, as we entered tke woods on the right of the Warrentown H°ad, we heard a signal gnn of defiance firtpi rom our batteries, hope failed us, and while we were resolved as soldiers to obey our officers, and fight in oar country’s battles to the best of our ability, we felt that the battle was decided then, and that our army would again suffer de feat. When resting at the edge of the woods where we had a full view of the enemy’s posi tion, and where we could observe the efforts produced by the fire of our artillery, a colored boy, the servant of one of our Captains, came up to me and said, “Do you want a book to read ?” I replied, "I’m afraid there is no time for reading, but what have you got?” “Oh,” replied he, “something very good, I found it, I’m very lucky—good book—New Testament.” Handing it to me, he added in a low voice, for the Colonel and his master were close beside us, “Yon see we will have no luck to-day for fighting them. We would all have been better at Centreville to-day resting, reading that' good hook and going to service. You see we will' have no luck,” “ What makes yon think so ?” said I. “ Oh, don’t yon know what the good book says, and it does not tell any lies. It tells us that we must keep the Sabbath day holy, and fighting when we don’t heed to is not doing that, and now, if you live till you cam read your Bible again, you hunt for that place where it says that we ‘shall flee when none pursqetb,’ andi I rather expect you will find that that’s the punishment of them that don’t do as God tells them to do.” How many times daring that desecrated Sabbath these words rang in my ears, and, as we retreated that night to Washington, I felt that my colored friend was right. The passage he referiid to is, I suppose, Leviticus xxvi. 14 —l7. ■ A SABBATH VICTORY TURNED INTO DEFEAT. Well, my dear friends, we did fight—we did all we could to ensure victory, marching np to the very cannon’s month, and sacrificing our noblest officers and men upon this.holocaust in obedience to the orders of the Generals in com mand. It was my first experience upon a bat tle-field, and, I assure you, I will never, never forget it. Oh! the sight of those dead and dying men caused me to shudder, and almost to faint; while the groans of the wounded rose even above the roar of artillery, and struck ter ror to my very soul. How precious then the xci. and exxi. Psalms were to the soul, and I felt that, as I repeated the familiar lines: Thou th&n, my soul, in safety rest, Tby Guardian will not sleep; His watchful care that Israel guards, , Will thee in safety keep, At home, abroad, in peace, in war, Thy God Bhall thee defend, Conduct thee through life’s pilgrimage, Safe to thy journey's end. I felt strengthened and comforted even amid the horrors by which I was surrounded. We fotaght and conquered, but we khew It not. judicial ..blindness, sealed our eyes,. causeless fear took possession of onr armed hosts, and just when the prize was ours, when the greater portion of the field was oars, and when the ene my had already begun to retreat, we fell hack in disorder, and onr victory was turned into a ront disgraceful and complete. I trust, my dear friend; that the people of the North will demand that henceforth onr Generals shall not offer bat tle on the Sabbath. I know the army is op posed to it—even wicked men say they do not want to fight on that day. And conld yon only hear the testimony of the poor sufferers in the hospitals, you would feel that they meant all they said when they declare “that it was jnst what they expected from fighting on Sunday.” May God, in mercy, prevent onr leaders from incurring his displeasure by wantonly, cruelly seeking their own ends, forgetting him who is the great law-giver, and who will not suffer his statutes to be disobeyed with impnnity. THE SEVENTY-NINTH. Of my own regiment I can write little. Though my life has been spared, I am, and have since the battle, been unable to do anything, in consequence of a severe fall, causing a sprain of my right foot, and producing a weakness which I fear will be permanent. Still, I hope to be able to see our dear friend Watkins n Richmond. If there is one thing more than another that I long for in connexion with this war, it is that I may be permitted to meet him, and tell him why we fight against him and his brethren. God knows I love him with my whole heart, but I cannot, therefore, shut my eyes to his sin. O, that his eyes were opened to see that in this matter he is, indeed, judging ns unrighteously, and that we are only doing our duty to our country and our God, in resisting him. When our regiment waß mastered in, we had 100 t men, now we are less than 500. Few, if any regiments, suffered more in killed and wounded than we did. The shameful mutiny among a few of the bad men prodnced a very unhappy result, and yet I hope it is for the good of the Regiment. We are now rid of the worst men among ns, mostly drunken Catholics, and an effort will be made by the remaining boys to redeem the character of the regiment. We have a very excellent chaplain, Rev. Mr. Rizer, formerly of your State, a clergyman of the Evan gelical Lutheran Church, but adhering to the doctrines of the Westminster Confession. Onr services on Sabbath are very well attended, and every evening, at dress parade, we have a short service. Nearly 100 of the men are known as praying men of the regiment, and are claimed by the chaplain as the 11th Company. COME TO JESUS—THE SABBATH-SCHOOL DRUM- Since writing the above, Mr. Sterling of the De Kalb Regiment, has called upon me, and gave me the following fact: A few days ago, I gave him some German tracts and books for circulation among the members of his regiment, and also among the officers. On reaching the camp, he found the men eager to get the tracts, and great regret was expressed that there were not more. He handed the precious little vo lume, “Come to Jesus,’’ by Newman Hall, to one of the Lieutenants. He looked at the book, and said, " * Come to Jesus,’ eh, what come to hiin for ?” Mr. Stirling replied, “ Read, it will tell yon.” “Oh, no,” he replied, "I have no time for such stuff.” Mr. Sterling said no more at the time, but went to another part of the camp. On Kia return he looked into that Lieu. MER BOY. PHILADELPHIA, THORS tenant’s tent, and there saw him eagerly read ing those heaven-blessed pages, tears running l down his cheeks. Since then, he has lent the book to others, advising them to read it, and to-day sent a request for more such books. May this seed spring up, and bring forth fruit to God’s glory in the salvation of that Lieu tenant’s soul; and many more. Before I left New York I visited some of the regiments in the Park Barracks one Sabbath, distributing tracts, Testaments, and endeavoring to have personal conversation with all I could approach. Among others with whom I had a very pleasant chat, was a youth of about 14, who had been listening to some remarks I made to one who seemed utterly indifferent to the claims of the Saviour. Turning round to him, I said, “Well, my lad, I think that I can tell that yon are a Sabbath-school boy, is not that so ?” "Yes, sir,”be replied, “I’ve always been at Sunday-school till ' I left home, the last day I was at home was Sabbath, and I was at school, as usual.” “Well, then,” said I, “You have heard of the Saviour and his, love for you, now will you tell me what you will do for him ?” “ Oh, sir, I’ve given him my heart, I hope, a year ago, and I hope I am ready to work for him wherever I am.” I expressed my joy in finding in him a brother in Christ, and asked if he had come down to the Barracks to see any friends. He replied that he was on his way with the regiment to the seat of war as a drum mer boy. “But, oh,” said be, “it is hard to live among such people.” I tried to encourage | him in the discharge of his duty, reminding him that very soon onr labors might be closed in death. He replied, “Oh, yes, I know it. They wanted to frighten me from going to the war by telling me that a bullet might kill me ; but, I say, God will take care of me, and if he sends a cannon ball on the battle field—why, it will be the shortest road, home .” Poor boy, a cannon ball did strike him,'and to-day he ‘has reached his home on high! LETTER FROM THE SEAT OF WAR IN THE WEST. Hi. St. Louis, Missouri, September 13th, 1861 Messrs. Editors:— A visit to Pilot Knob, Ironton, and vicinity, has'occupied me a portion of the past week, and you shall have the benefit of it. For - twenty-five miles the railroad runs down the Mississippi from this place to Sulphur Spring, passing in succession, the Arsenal, Ca rondelet, and Jefferson Barracks; each of them now. points of interest, but which I will not Stop to describe. The country aU the toay*t% “broken,” no plains, no prairies; but everywhere are rugged hills, and precipitous valleys, spanned by lofty bridges. These are all protected by our men in arms, and the whole countryiTfHus ’tranquillized. Missouri’s own sons have done much of this work very effi ciently in this part of the state, aided to some extent by the men of lowa, and Nebraska, her neighbors. The region of the Iron Mountains, (for there are many of them,) is well worthy of a visit, and of study. Here nature has done her work on a grand scale, as she has in the Lakes, in Niagara, and in the gold and coal fields of this western continent. Internal fires have undoubtedly had to do with the' formation of this strange district of country. The beetling cliffs of Pilot Knob show this; and the nodules of chalcedony or agate "which appear to have oozed from the valleys, like gum Arabic from trees, testify perhaps to the same origin. I must describe the Knob. It is itself only about six hundred and fifty feet in height above the narrow valleys around it, and three miles in circuit, while it is surrounded by a sea-of moun tains, some of which are even higher, but broader. All of them too are wooded. So is the entire country'around, excepting the few "openings,” made by the hand of man. The rocks here ap pear to be stratified, and the iron seems to have been infiltrated through them, or to have perme ated them, like tallow through a candle-wick, or tar through cordage. At Iron Mountain, to the north, the ore is specular, or solid; and at Shep herd’s Mountain, to the south, it is fibrous and mag netic, yielding in both instances about sixty-five per cent. The Knob is castellated and large masses of it rise, up one hundred aud fifty feet above the “quarries,” which are near the sum mit; The rocks - are - cleft asunder, as if by some mighty convulsion, and many of them still stand on end, exhibiting the primary and compound forms of crystallization peculiar to ifdn. The hue of the rocks is slaty, and the lustre of metallic iron is often seen beneath the footsteps. Beautiful flowers unknown on the Atlantic coast, grow here everywhere among the rooks of this Alpine region. “And for stones iron” is con stantly in one’s mind, as he traverses this district of country. A good railroad, has now made it easy of aceess, and it will yet become a successful abode of industry and wealth. But our soldiers’ encampments around the basis of these mountains recall my thoughts to the “leaden rain and iron hail” of the “eruptive and chaotic era,” in which Providence has east our lot at present. Society here has had an upheaval, and is passing through a "cataclysm,” from its foundation stones. The era of slaves, and of gambling and drinking saloons, of fights, and blood and idleness, and violence is passing; and an era of sobriety, equality, law, and right is beginning. One already feels safe. The lions and tigers of society are hunted out in their lairs and fast nesses among these mountains, and “ brought in ” by dozens and scores surrounded by gleaming bayonets. , One old “counterfeiter,” sixty years of age and more, particularly attracted my attention as he was brought into the cars. He was tall and cadaverous, dressed in shaggy home-spun, ragged, bare-headed, and in his stocking-feet. As he “loped ” along, half-bent, and looked out of his gray, glassy old eyes, from midst his long and mottled locks, unkempt, I could only think of Giant Despair. No school had probably ever been within that poor wretch’s reach. “ A savage horde among the civilized, An exiled band among the lordly free.” To them this man had belonged. He was one of the “poor white trash,” such as we. meet every where in the South, the Pariahs of society, white and black. Mr heart was pained for him. “And this is s every, ’’ thought I. My soul was sick. “O,6>d of justice,” thought I, “shall thine anger slat ber forever ?’’ No ! by these volcanic rocks, I infer a better day! The people of this r gion are from the South for the most part. Ig: orant often, yet wonder fully shrewd in some bings, they are just be ginning to feel the puli itions of the great heart of liberty and law, a; d to perceive the first glimmerings of light i the Egyptian- darkness by which they have b sen surrounded. I pity them from my soul. 2 owhere in this land have I seen a better missic a ary field. No, school house, no church that me can recognise is to be seen. Our soldier fill the court-house, guarding prisoners, ati an unfinished building for a church has been',nsed as a hospital. It was there I found need qf Miss Dix’s labors. A poor soldier from lowS had been left to per ish, with no one to car*| for him. He was very feeble with disease, weiat out sick of the build ing where he remained! day and night, and then he was found dead when the attendant took him his breakfast in the morning! Many more will probably thus perish m out-of-the-way places, with “none to care for their souls” or lives. I have no fear, duringj'tkis war, of the neglected at hospitals in placesilike Washington, or St. Louis, or Cairo, where the best of sanitary re gulations exist; but I fear for the out-of-the way places, like Manassas, and Ironton, and Gauley River. I attempted to see Miss. Dix on this subject, while she was here, but failed. There is danger that while the great ones are songht out by the philanthropist—persons and places—the humbler may sometimes be over looked. I write thus,, hoping that Miss Dix may perhaps see how it is, and that'the remedy may be applied in season. Most of the regi ments have able and most excellent surgeons and nurses, I have,mo doubt. Let all have them. * ** NATIONAL FASTS IN AMERICA. rnoai mb,. duefield’«