Two pair of bullet-moulds on exhibition
have an interesting history attached to them.
They 'were used by Converse and Betsy Ba
con and Abkja!i. Smith, children of and grand
daughter of Ephraim Bacon, of Natick, Mas
sachusetts, who moulded bullets from pewter
dishes for the soldiers of Bacon and Smith's
family during the battle of Lexington.
Miss Stafford's collection is very valuable.
We have given but a few of the more promi
nent articles.
In the same department a number of Indian
curiosities is exhibited; also goods from Egypt.
The remnants of a Hessian flag, captured at
the battle of Trenton, are enclosed in a frame
and covered with glass. On the same table is
“The Christian Quaker and llis Divine Testi
mony Vindicated," by William Dunn and
George Whitehead, and printed in DiT-t.
This is a rare old volume. Paul Jones’tele
scope, and a sword presented by Lafayette
to General James Giles, in 1780, are dis
played in this department. The table- loth on
which General Washington and General La
fayette dined is also among these relics. It
is in a capital state of preservation, and looks
as though it might be able yet to do considera
ble service.
The New Jersey State Arsenal makes a
grand display of arms and trophies. The bat
tle Hags of New Jersey Regiments are grouped,
and beneath them on the door are the Rebel
dags captured by the New Jersey soldiers. A
piece of the dag carried by Company “E,” of
the Ist New Jersey Cavalry, has an interesting
history connected with it. In the Shenandoah
Valley at Woodstock, this dag headed the
charge which dislodged the enemy’s battery.
At Harrisonburg it was the last color on the
field, and near to Captain Harris when lie
fell. At Rappahannock Station the dag was
captured by the enemy, but the brave Jersey
boys had no notion of parting with their loved
banner, and it was soon retaken in a charge
made by the company.
But the most precious relic in this collec
tion, especially at this time, when so many
patriots have given their lives in defense of
the Stars and Stripes, is the first American flag
ever raised on an American vessel. It was
fashioned by the ladies of the Old Swedes
Church, Philadelphia, and contains but twelve
stars.
It was raised on board the Bon Ilomme
Richard by Paul Jones, and afterwards trans
ferred to the ship Alliance. As the Alliance
was the first American man-of-war that raised
the Stars and Stripes, there can be no doubt
but that this dag is the original of our nation’s
banner.
Major Striker has presented the storm dag
of Battery Wagner. The Arsenal also exhib
its a number of cannons as trophies of the
Revolution. One was captured from the Brit
ish at the battle of Trenton, and one captured
OITB D-A-I LY
at Monmouth and another obtained at Sara
toga when Burgoyne surrendered.
Commodore Charles S. Boggs has given to
the State of New Jersey a handsome Mexican
saddle, mounted with silver, and made in the
most finished style. It is on exhibition.
Commodore Boggs made the request, at the
time lie gave the saddle to the State, that
at the close of the war it should be presented
to the soldier or seaman who had proved him
self the “ bravest Jerseyman.” If this be the
test, Commodore Boggs may find the saddle
returning to himself. The man who fought
the gallant fight on the deck of the sinking
“Varuna” is thus far the “bravest Jcrscy-
A large collection of Hessian muskets is
also in the Arsenal display.
The visitor to the New Jersey Department
should not overlook the Refreshment Stand at
the entrance. There is a tempting display of
good things spread out, and as the stand seems
to be well patronized, wo judge the charges
are satisfactory.
New Jersey has done well throughout, and
her collection will net a large sum to the Sani
tary Commission.
Our Dailg Fare has received and publishes
in this number, an original poem by Emanuel
Geibel, the great German poet. In the intro
duction we have referred to a volume of lyrics
by Mrs. Robert M. Hooper. This beautiful
little volume entitled, “ Poems with Transla
tions,’’ from the German of Geibel, and oth
ers by Lucy Hamilton Hooper, has just been
published by F. Leypolht, and is for sale at
the Book Table in Union avenue. A compari
son of many of the versions with the original
indicates the possession, by our accomplished
debutante, in bound volume literature—( Daily
Fare has had the pleasure of meeting her
many times in the magazines)—of a rare and
happy faculty of translating from the German;
a metier to which—like billiards—many arc
called and uncommonly few chosen. The
defect of these is the universal and almost par
donable one of a frequent use of that conven
tional poetical phraseology and inversion, which
is destined, in the course of a few years, to be
fiercely warred on—the merits, those of much
case, a natural affinity for pleasantly toned
words and happy sentences, and not unfre
quently an unaffected grace, which gives a
new charm by association even to the original.
If we may venture to be slightly aesthetic,
we would say that in the translations, as in the
original poems, color is more attractive than
design; or, more appropriately, that that mu
sical clement manifests itself, which is after
all the main difference between poetry and
prose—albeit Young England seems deter
mined to eliminate it from.tlie home of song.
Faust to Marguerite is, however, a poem
finished on both sides—and well finished ; so,
too, is On a Portrait of Heine, and the King’s
Ride. This latter poem is, in fact, of striking
excellence, though it is far from being alone in
this volume in that particular; Imploro Facem
being quite as good. We commend this beau
tiful little book to all friends of good litera
ture Speaking of the poetry of Young Eng
land, what docs the reader think of the
following imitation, written for Oar Daily
Fare:
gonamone,
(A Poem in the /present fashion .)
Grey golden Gononione, in days of yore,
Did meet beneath tile willows on tile sltoro
Of yonder tarn,
One who all dank, and lmleh disconsolate
With turbid eyes did turn him towards his mate,
And thus sang lie :
“ The grewsome, grey-beard pines,
The livid water lily shrinks,
The sun from his height declines,
The moon at the river drinks ;
But wdiero is the fainting gull
"Who bathes in the sun's gold waves,
Ami in the mystic light with weary ceremony laves
The orphan porcupine,
Beneath the linden shade,
Set in his eye the glint,
And his dreary moan he made t
And his dreary moan,
All alone,
On his leafy throne,
He made.
The echoing forest groaned
At the dum pool’s reply,
And the hissing lightning flashed
In its leap across the sky ;
But still the brook flows on,
Till it flows into the sea,
The dark river and the sarcastic sea,
Oh ! woe is me,
Gonamone,
I’m alone,
Anil I die 1”
Only the “lush anemone” nncl the “um
bered boles ”of ti ees are left out. English
poets seem to be uncommonly fond of “boles,”
and of “lushing” it He who would
witness retribution should see the press for
merly used by the Secesli for printing their
Confederate currency, now at work in Union
Avenue striking off engravings of Uncle Abra
ham Lincoln. “ This is, indeed, wcngence.”
Daily Fare returns thanks to the un
known but very courteous damsel who sold us
a curious fun this morning, made by Seccsh
prisoners, as she averred, “ all out of one
piece of wood.” That is to say, it was in
many pieces, all of which had, however, come
from the same plank! The Turkish Di
van—called diwan, by certain ignorant peo
ple—which, by the way, is the correct pronun
ciation—is doing a “big business.” Gentle
men desiring a good Havana, or some first-rate
Orinoco smoking tobacco, can secure the same
at a moderate figure of the dames who wait at
the door.
Under the head of “No change for him,”
we receive the ’next: Visitors to the Fair, by
providing themselves with small notes before