mm @he use, | them in vain, ‘man misery, the groan of agony and the i | 1 | were when the magicians of Egypt “cought | ing hours of pain. Bat listen to my tale of | vain, if bat that one. before whose shrine ITuman happiness, and hu woe. Once I was young; my heart was light | to the love T gave. “shout of joy, ihe wail of despair and the and beat not witha thought of care; but Tithe sky of the present, the horizon of the! my hopes of life were laid, had been equal " ~ For the Watchman. | ery of exultation, the thrill of pleasure and lived apart from my fellow men in a world | future grew black with dark despair; the {and the di eful touch of wor, all appear to of which they only heard in dreams. They | fiends of hell seemed loosed to torture me, | te natural to man, yet all at variance with said I hated them, when God knoweth [the faces of angels were turned against me THE PAST. BY J.P. M. The joys that mem’ry brings ean ne'er decay, and moments pass away, 2 drift ontward on the careless tide, , in beauty, rises by our side : e wind looks forward to its goal, And fats Still reeehi Where m the heart will ever be ) green Islands in the sea; Where yuthful j ys, like mermaids from the deep Rize from the past and Jull sad thoughts to sleep; | The joys of childhood, fiir as flrw'rs of Ms | Cheer the worn mind an Udrive © dall cars away Flach scene of bliss through which life's path has led, In vivid brightness rises from the dead ; The shady lanes that time has led us through, At mem'ry’s toush spring! Their darker spots fi And leave the beaut shtly jute view, e out before its light, sight, es only in deep, Dy s lieart holds dear, | ate of a tear [ d path pursues. grin ho views he ber rrors of aw ith toils a heart to joys of the na s again the bliss ot other ( ng tear that trickles f When he heliolds i Is dried v ' ume res a family group, rore around him troop; m of life within the cot, long gene, once ness claims ff The gory field where & The boomin» gun, the elas The wounded foeman bleeding out his life, All teil the dreamer of the deadly strife; But mem'ry tells him only tales of joy, The present fades, again he is a boy, The sorrows that swiround him all depart, y. st, all g re. cheers his weary heart, to rest in mem’ry’s cheering ray, And quite furgets the terrors of the day. him a tho't. 5 have met The Atheis And when Pos sts without a God. Bo ly s beneath the sod, 2eo no fulure ris Beyond the darkuess When lif <'s de usivo « 15 of bliss are o'er, : an view no joys before, up the way, ing of the day ; ng on his way, s noeomi day - Against the feeb No hope, no hom ile ue r him beyond the grave. ital doom ght, sternal night, ward {ath of time. lo st 1 again, a ehi d, wit! A mothers form, long slumb'ri ta crime, u the dust ¢ agin above her p 3is trust; me, with all i Again, with youthful hopes 1 Vv =o mem'’ry cheers And poi hen hope has hos® its pow'r the wi hour most hay hen aiher pl o and joys all dia, In shade my form Th ealk, in soft: Oh, The ple But let el lie joys of memory still ; And every turn while journeying on life's tirck To find new hap In fat ure ¢ Ch, may th Thy face of departed friends sti | stand n louking back ; should appear ¢ thought of bright onas still bs dear As traced by memory’s unetring haud Until I met them in the ha Wire faces fude not in the b clims sath of time. Howard, Pa., May 5th 1863. SAY: ual Stiseellaneons, : Wrtiten for i ei Watchman A DREAM OF DESPAIR. =a dreams we huve are nothing else but drexms, paral and full of coutradiciion ; Yetothers of onr most ro tic schemes Are nothing more than fictions Hood's hawnted Honsa But in the glow oévernal pride, If each warm hope af ance hath died, Then sinks the wind, a bh i flower, Dead to the sunhean a shower ; A broken gem, whose int Is seatiered —ne’ ni Mrs. Homans, Midnight had come, in solemn silence, o'er the slumbering world; the minutes were lengthening into the smallest hour of night and T sat musing, Man, and the in tricate machinery of the mind, formed my ch¥¥ tliemes of thought ; that last, great. “x st wonderful; and least understood ati { God, became the subject of my st yefleciions. Foritve thousand years fereation, of } and vet. ! aws anable to “explain mind,” to comprehend the emotions of his own soul, or to fix a limit to the capacily | the flowers of childhood’s | ry cheers the longing soul, | h other. And what is nature! Tt is ri thing, it is everywhere, yet an inex. plicable rystery. ol ish that swites.the car, tells us how 8 {strictly they are excented. These great | themes, so filled with unutterable thought, fed me a long journey and crowded upon the brain in endless troops; then my own | present, my own past became subjects of | solemn reflection ; the dark shades, and bright sun hine of life, presented themselves as plainly as the occurrences of yesterday, and 1 Dnged to lift the curtain and peer into the future, Why was it hidden So near us that the vibrating pen- dulum as it swings forward in the present, will fsll backward in the future, so closely convected with the present, that a heart beats in both at one throb, yet so widely sund. red, that a]l the wisdom of man can- then from us! not enable him to penetra e its mystic T thonght of what brightened the presint mind the past, and flope presented itself as the guidirg star to the future ; the promises of God fill all its recesses with a shades. that a bright {ature will dawn upon us if we do its will. Then I tried to imagine ould be without a future, 1 t of the 1 ameless misery of one who lelighted not in the present, and had no #ual mar ‘ h ght to cheer him in coming time or eterni- ty. Tattempted to paint Such a character in imagination, oae who fixed all his hopes 01 earth. to find them disappointed, or ex- v cled to find wm life, pleasures which bloom nly inheaven. 1 know not whether I pass. ed to the mystic dream-land, or whether I beheld a «cision ; but, in the spirit or tho flesh. a strange being stood befora me. O'er lis face was traced “ the tablet of unuttera: le thoughts,” » nameless agony was mark- ed ia every feature, and [ thought that pas- unmistakable signs of its uncontroled do- minion in his heart. 1 spoke not. uttered terious visitor: thus for several minntes, ‘vhich scemed hours to me, we confronted cach other, and then the phantom broke the silence: “You wonll know what man is curse the present, hope not (or the fature and desire ouly to live in the past; take your pen, write a3 I speak and yon will have the history of one wh has no joy bat to muse pas.” Mechanieslly 1 obeyed and whether in sleep | traced the manuseript which row lies before me. or whether the strange beng laid npon my table. In the morning I found it there, written in a 8'range upos the > scrawl I eould not recognize as L moe. — His voice ®eems sul] ninging my ears. his gestures and the frightful contortions of his I thiak 1 shall never cedse to re- Although he 37 spoke rapidly t ordmarily the ear could not follow hig 1 found no diffienlty ic keeping pace He spoke without an effort, nor seeme 1 to draw a breath until the last word died out in mournfal z2adence, and he was gone; his tale was thus: “Far down the dreary goasts of time [ zaze, and life, with all its weary realitics, fades ont in the brigh: vision memory rears upon the wrecks of the past. 0, then were days too beautiful for earth, and they stand away in the back-ground like the evergreen pine upon the bleak moun‘ain's brow ; they were days when the distant thunder of life's mighty ocean, fell upon the ear as the mim- ic voice of the sea-shell, and awoke no thought of the coming cares of the great fu- 0, say not there is no beauty in th: thongzh's, member. tha voi with my pen. ure. memories. isall humanity ever has, the pres, ilie futare may never rise upon our pathway, but the past reearded by an unerring hand, and will follow us to the throne of God, and rise before us in judyment, Hope once ured me onward with her witching smile, life. and the fature no more rises in golden splendor to lighten the gloomof the present, darkness impenetrable closes up bafore, and light glimmers anly in the past, made dim by distances, as I gaze down life's long ave- nue. There are seared upon my brain, as the molten tide of Vesuvius traces its barning pathway to the sea ; memories of days thal in their passage o'er wy lifs, have left their blighting track in characters of fire upon my heaitj memories that hours and vears of anguish have not dimmed, and in their touch, the chords of life that thrill the deep- est notes of woe are quivering yet. Would {any blame me then for treading down those and lived among Eden ? past, when hfe was your of the heart, for good or ill. The ¢ harp of | peeall to life the fearful picture that memo a thousand stiiugs™ as tuneful as when it ry conjures up, of the dreary days that was pronounced | erfect by the Power which | crushed from out my living heart its every made it, yor its strings still swept by mystes rious hands ; its harmonious or discordant duce thei as great a mystery to the Philos. joy, wade the present a black ghehenna, from which is no escape, and <lothed the sounds ever heard, but the causes that pro- | fature in shades of everlasting darkness. — Langnaze has no powag to paint, in all their ppher of the niveteen'ly century, as they ' sombre byes of black despair, those crush- I heavenly radience, and we can ever know | sion had stamped upon each lineament the | without a future, what eonld drive him to! countenance as he poured forth his burning! rast, the past, clad in its mystic mantle of I B ent may fleet from us as the voice of a dream hat her voice hiss died amid the whinl of Shall 1! loved them all. | spirits called from the realms of silence, and | ness above, beneath, aw | longed, oh God, how carnestly, for ene kin- dred heart to beat in unison with mine, one loving hand to return the pressure of own when all the rest of mankind frowned and said I was too proud to dwell with them. —. Often when my heart reached forth for sym- pathy was it crushed back upon itself by the rude touch of the cold, harsh world ; then T cursed my fellow beings, cursed the blind folly of mankind, cursed my own hfe and longed to die; but death came not in mercy. Oh, why, why was my heart crea- ted as it is! throbbing with mighty emo- tions that none can understand, and ever reaching forth for what the barren world can never give. My spirit ever wondering in the boundless realms of thought, secking rest, Like Noah's dove. and finding none. Bat a light dawned. Alas, that it was a meteoric light! Alas, that Lke the phos- phorescent glare of the church-yard, it caught its fire from the world’s corruption. { Alas, that it led me not upward to happness, [but, like the rgnis fatus, lighted my path- way to the morass of lowest misery and de spate. Can 1 describe the being that met at | that Lour, as she lived in my imagine then ¢ I No ,oh no, language is far too feehls to por- [tray that vision of heivenly radiance as jt fell upon my sight then. I might tel of blue eyes, the light blue cye with golden lash and faintly traced brow ; of hair which defies the pencil of a Raphael to paint, which hides in dark waves in the shadow, land glows in golden beauty in the sunshine; jot the light bounding tread T might speak, but in language to fat, too poor to reach {my dream of the reality, Othir cyes are as i blue, other hair as beautiful, other forms as i graceful, but the mystic beauty that lived {with her, live now only in my hear. and are i indescribable as the beauty of lleaven. My no sound, bat sat and gazed upon my mys_| heart went forth and lived with her, my | weary spirit found a place of rest. [ smil- {ed in her smile, siched when she wept an | | lived in her lifes faz moment 1 was hap- [ py. imagined thar [hai received for my unbacdel love a fall rear. and upon the ablar of our ail eine 1 reared bright visions j that wih moe tian colestial splendor. A sensation of pleasure thrid me yet, like that in soul mist fo viewing first | the unknown glories of the Heivenly Par- iadise, at the wom; of those hap- Love wove a mantic of gorgeous I (wha py hours. cauty, and in its folls enveloped the object of my affections, invagination painted her a | move than arch anzel, and so 1 lived amid | the flowers of sweetest pleasure and loved Lon. But there cua a change, My heart for more than it received, that strange sym pathy that all my life had been sought mn vain, was wanting still. 1 felt and knew that my love was weighed in the balance of the world, and that its might, which would | have given my last life blood, drop, by drop to spare its object 2 moments pain, was all unknown and unappreciated, Oh, the aw. ful bitterness of that hour, the days of p: in and nights of sleepless anguish! Bue still I bowed and worshipped. even thongh I kuew the goddess was unworthy of my ado- ration, when 1 kuew that though all her love | were mine, it was not “the shadew of an eqiuvalent for what I gave. And then there came another change. The world opened its huge purtals upon me, the battle-field of life svread out before me mankind upon the field of open strife, My heart quivered in the cruel struggle, and every tender chord of hfe was rudely swept by thre cold hand of unfeeling man. Oh! then I longed for sympathy, longed for some sripathetic hesrt where I could lay my weary head and know that one human ho- som throbbed in harmony with mine, that one kindred soul reacted forth to sustain me in the bitterness of tbat hour. Whith- er should T turn but to the angel at whose feet my purest love was laid and for whose happiness my life had gladly been eacrific- ea? TI looked in vain; that transient light bad faded, that metoric flash was sinking behivd the clouds which presaged the storm, 1 found that heart collapsed and shuddering in the tempest’s blast, that spirit sceking companionship with those that hurled their hate against me, and beg. ging of them protection against the threat. enings of the storm ; and when that s(orm 'n all its fury burst upan me, when billows of hate and eavy towered high above me, when my hopes and wishes were borne from me upon the wings of the rushiag wind, when lightning scorched and thunder or fix gue moment of 5 erael phantoms in my jrurnay to the happy | roared around, one glance from that eye | had been suflicient to sustain in the fierce struggle, but that eye was turned from me and [ saw it not; one touch of that hand bad been enough to inspire : e with energy to outride the storm and give we new cour- age to face the focs that scowled upon me, but that touch was never felt. I was alone, men and demons might have frowned, all the artillery of evil passions the world pos- sessed might Laye thundered aginst me in and face to face I met the false theories of | Bat they refused to under- land [ cursed them ail. Men, angels, de jstand me, they failed to feel the same emo- | won: all Its laws are as unaltera-| general anthema, ed than the nd. everywhere wali barred eternal darkness) its blk wy footsteps in whatever direction T bent my way: then, one smi'e, cne kind word, one throb from a heart that knew my soul's misery and pitied its woe, had been enonghy to eall me back to fellowship with those wy hate had sursed. Dut they were wanting my barque of life was tossing on mad bil- lows, and in the lowering sky glimmered no star of hope to guide me over the black waters of despair. False hearts and blight- ed hopes crested every rushing wave ; the face, the form, the eye of her I loved now met me everywhere, but they brought no balm, she knew nothing of my tortures, comforted not my weary heart, and then, 1 cursed her too; and in that carse wy last joy went wailing forth upon the storm and 1 fled from all companionstip with man. The wilderness and the wild soli- tudes of nature became my haunts, and the world was panght to me but as the memory ofa half forgotten dream. Pa-sions that were stirring other hearts and rousing other sonls to frenzy were as the breath of Aun tumn’s breeze to me; powers and thoughts to which men bowed as the retd before the rushing hurricane swept by me as the breath of flowers upon the summer gale. Since the nameless agony of that hour when poured enrses upon the altar where my deep devotions had been paid. ¥ have no fear no hope, no throh of sympathy with anght of earthly mould ; no happiness, no joy but in living o'er again the hoors of childhood, ere the serpent’s tooth liad found my heart or a shadow swept across my hfe. 1loarn- ed to Joe the storm, I found joy in climb- jug the rugged mountain's side whea the thunderbolt erashed and all nature was con- vulsed in the night of the demon of the tempest: 1 learned to wander in the very courts of death and brave the shafts he hurled ; T called spirits from the darkest caves of earth ; penetrated the gloom of other worlds and roused demons to keep company with my dreary thoughts. Among the bones of the dead, amid ‘he ghastly wiecks of a departed humanity 1 digged for the scerats of eternity, grinning skulls and crumbling bones b came ny playthings, the hearts of all that feltin my pathway were the books I read, and s nls I would have wrecked upon the rugged coasts of time but they fled out upon the boundless ocean of eternity and i could not, [loved the grand and awful nature because my fellow beings cowered and fear them, I {ullowed the swift comet in its awful sweep through the un- bounded depths of ether, because, like my- self, it wandered on alone. 1 claimed com- panionship with the moon and stars, be- cause that in ther wond'rous march, they stopped not, moved not here and their to gratify the wih of man. 1 sought death ip every form, I courted 3 in the broils of men, I defied demons that they m'ght smite me, I trod the presipice verge and longed to fling myself a down its dizzy heights but a strange power withheld me, / flung myself in the roaring cataract ; but its waves ro- fused to overwhelm. 7 stood upon the slippery mountain path where goats would only dare to look, but all in vain, I could not die. Another change there came und left mec as Lam, The firce convulsions of the soul wore out its trembling casket; ‘he weak clay could no longer bear the torments that the undying spirit heaped uponit, but I fell not back to my degradea place among my fellow men, my (v1l genius spared me that humiliation. “I learned to find sweet pleasure in the long, long past, when a mother bent above a happy child and gave me the only pure love I ever had. Heaven allows me joy in that love's might and pu- nty and so { live, without a present, without a future, a creature of the distant past. J.B. M, Howarp, May 15, 1863. —_— eer For the Watchman Messrs Epirors. I notice several dis tinguished gentlemen named in connection: with the Democratic nomination for Gov- ernor, any of whom I can heartily support ; but I would ask of you, as a favor, to add one other, who, m pont of merit, ability and Democracy, is equal to any so far nam- ed. Irefer to the Hon. Wm. A. Wallace, of Cicarficld couaty. Mi. Wallace entered the Senate at the late session, and under the Republican view, nothing hut a clod- hopper from the wilds of Clearfield, Lut they soon discovered their mistake, and ac- cord to hin the credit of being one of the first mea of the Commonwealth, With Billy Wallace ‘as our champion, we will talk 1 thunder tones in his favor at the bal lot box in October next. FIDES, Luyper Crry, May 9, 1865, eee tp remeremene 07> Recruiting has been commenced in Washington fcr a colored regiment A be- ginning was made with contrabands, 20 res- ponding to a call made upon them. Up to the 6th inst, 150 have enlisted. But it failed me then; that 1 hoped, fered or haied, | tions that caused my pulse to throb, to fad shared in one ble 15 the tiat of Him who called them into! pleasures in the joys which gave me wost | ferings czn no more be depict ;, and every ery of misery, every wail| delight, and m my own world I lived with |tortu es of Turtarus ean be painted ; dark la RC TS bo as A I0ORG LIST OF SUFFERERS <Annexed is a full list of the killed and | met, who Lut a short time since were enjoy ng lite, or the ghastly faces of the brave dead, tell them a tale that we have been unable to pi can only bring more | re to them. s of the kind, itcan only make more sulfiring and soriow, more graves and aipples, more destruction and death: Could we Pennsylvamans he whip- to love another State? Never, never. Can we force another State to love us? Answer honestly, or more lists like the following will tell, : P. V., during the cngag 1863 to May 5th, melusive, KILLED. Company O. 1st, Lieut. William il. Bible. 24, Lieut, Francis Stephenson, Serge ini A, @. Carter, ‘Corporal James IY Beek, Cor. Nathan M. Yarnel, Private Jacob Band, Jacob Dorman, Henry W. Markle, William -Moriis, William Smith. Company D.— Sergeant Samuel Harchbar- ger, Private Jacob C, Cane, Alfred Fruser David Young, John Murphy, Daniel Osmond, George Allen, Samuel Leutzel, Sumuel tlol- loway. Company G.—George W, George WW. Ward. Company IL.-—Corporal. Mathew B. Lu- 5, Lrivate Wyrman S. Miller, Mich, linn, liam Ludwig George F. Jon s, James W. Test, Ulysis Wants, Harmson Yeager Frederick Reeder, Benjamm Zimmerman David Steiner, > Company |. —Andrew Graft. Company K.—Corporal Hugh 8. Neil: WOUNDED, Col. James A. Beaver, side severe. Major George A. Famrlamb, chun shght COMPANY 4. ; Captain R. H. Foster, musket ball throat slight. Private Jacob Emerick, fuce severely. Daniel Long, sheli. calf of log. Nathawe! Boop, musket ball face. COMPANY B, Sergt M. Connerdeg and face left on i 1d J. W. Riddle, thigh severely Frederick Douglisvan, arm. Mathias Walker, M. A. Brown, head slightly W. C. dmwmerman, head slightly. Joseph Tdings, arm severely. COMPANY C Sergt. U. C. Herman, am flesh wound. Sergt. J. C. Larder, calf of le g. Seigt. J. F. Penner, head shghitly. Corporat Christain Swartz, arm, 2d. Corp, W. C. Huey, left arm. 3d, Corp. J. F. Swiler, mortally. 4th, Samuel Bottortl; hand slightly. Albert Adaws, left side slight. Patrick Campell, slight. Reuben Cronimiler, shoulder and arm. John Craig, arm and thigh. William C roer, arm and thigh, Marin Funke Lewellen Fa'ton, leg slightly. Amos Garberick, severly. Robert, Grater, side and” shoulder badly. John Jackson, abdomen. Wilitam Lambert. severe. Joseph Lee, thigh and hand badly. Wiillam Musselman, slight. Thomas MeBath, slight, Fabein Matts, arm severely. Wm. McCalmont, head slight, R. C. Neil, head slightly, Henry. Penington, tingh and arm. Henry A. Sowers, abdomen mor.ally, David W. ery, Saverc. Christain Sailer, arm, badly. J. UC. Sowers, breast severe. John Thomas, arm and breast severe, Thowas Williams, eye and arm. Andrew Whitehill slight Lzia Walter, arm severely: Frederick Yochum, hand ‘shght. Joseph Yetters, severely, COMPANY D. ment fiom May ist, Ishler. Cory, Sergt. William Gemmill, head severely. Corp. John C, Bathgate, abdomen slight. William Weaver, slight. John. J. Flemming, thigh slight. Dani (L Harter, shoulder shight. Wm. Bible. hip slight, Charles Hart, foot amputated, Alfred Rankin, leg flesh wound. Peter Lansberry, head severely. Thaddeus Stove, leg severely. Benjamin Bioom leg, severe. David Wance, hip slight. William Reid, arm shght. Charles I! Speaker, slight. - David Darshbarger, se David Wolf, hip sever Charles Runkle, knee severe. David Kerr, head siight. David Etters, head slight. Henry Campell, leg slight, Wm. Kunarr, thigh and side severe, Jacob Dunkle, arm ana leg severe. COMPANY E. Capt. Chas. Stewart, foot, slight. 1st Serg’t. Wm. T. Clarke. leg slight Jas. H. Shoppart, finger, slight, COMPANY F, William Walkins, hip, severe. COMPANY G. Corp. Wm. Taylor, slight. Joseph Fox. severe. « Henry Eekenroath, arm, amputated. Joseph 8. Harpster, arm. severe. Dani. 8, Keller, neck and back severely. Wm. W. M’Guire, throat severely, David W. Miller. head slightly. , John H. Moyer. slight, B J. E. Yotes, arm, severe. Reuben Reed neck slight. Alexelander Ross, neck severely. Wm. H. Swinehart, hand slight. COMPANY H. Captain George A. Bayard, head and arm, First Lieut. John L. Johnston, breast, Second Lieu. John A. Bayard, side, Corporal, Rich Miles arm--amputated, ¢ George Neiman, hand Private, Peter Frantz, arm, wonnded in the 148th or Centra county regi- Let those who denote us for la- “ boring that peace may be restored, resd it os carefully, perhaps the recollection of fricnds th. pleasures of home, that are now sufter- “ Sly eal ting in Hospitals, maimed, some of them for A continuation of the war ped on our own soil? Couid we be forced List of consualties incident to the 148th] 2d. Licut. Alfred A. Rhemhart, severely. 1st. Sergt. John A. Barchfield arm slight. «John Gahagan, arm, *¢ Franeis J, Hunter, arm, “Samuel Wyland, finger, “4 George W. Long, foot, 0. W. J, Lucas, arm, Michael Lebkicher, arm, Thomas Myton, mouth and arm, ¢ Samuel Qrris, face, «Oscar L. Rank, hip. + Charles Whippo, leg Jobin DD. Wager, leg Daniel Woodring. severely, +t A.J. Yothers, arm *« Daniel Farley, stomach, COMPANY L. John M. Davis, hand slight, James McManagie, leg and arm severely. Reuben Ley le, contusion of the head. COMPANY K. Capt. Thompson Core, shoulder severly. Corp. Ross C. Kirkpatrick, elbow severely Andrew®. Kifer, hand and arm severcly. Oliver Petter, arm severe. Wilham Wyant, shoulder severe, John N. Ratlfon, ar# and side George Price thigh severe. John E. Carson, slight, MISSING COMPANY C. Willaim Campbell. on S.zner. James \Ward, COMPANY D. Palser Imboden. Frankiin 1 IN PICKET LINE. Jam of Co. I, COMPANY K. Laphenus VW, Shafer. = James F. ) Henry Hillegass, Josiah I, Jacabe, . Robt. flnghy. Hugh Carnabam, John Fox. > Adam Wontseller. GREAT JSoog Soro GAL- Through the politeness of several printers m:n of remarkable genius, we have received alist of drawings .and paintings, which are to be placed on exhibition at Va shing- ton immediately after the 4th of March, 1865, They are as follows : No. 1 A view of the Cav lean, ghastly figure placed entrance, A grave yard in the oe 400,000 graves,at the right are 200 000 crip. ples, and on the left an ‘unaccountable throng of widows and orphans. A re- murgable picture —dedicated to Abraham Lincoln, No 2. Judas Tseariot mn the act of hetray- ing. A capital sketch—dedicated to E. Stanton. Esq., Secretary of War. No. 3. St. Dustan relating his interview with the Devil. A copy— dedicating to Maj. Gen. B. F. Butler. No.4. A group of gamblers quarreling at all fours. After the manner of Teniers icated to the Republican contractors. No. 5. Tom Thumb speaking throngh a trumpet, with the inteiticn to pass himself off for the Belgian Giant—dedisated to sey- eral Major Generals. No. 0. A miser eatting up a naval flog, and converting it into money hags—dedica- ted to Gideon Gi. Welles and his brother-in- Taw Morgan. No. 7. A rope dancer balancing und em )- of Famine, P. Chase. Now 9. A white men embracin, a negro wench. * An imwodest picture—dedicated to Charles Sumner. No. 10. Forty thieves breaking into a government treasury.dedicated to the friends of the administration. No. IL. Five satyrs teaching the devi how to lie--dedicated to the editors of the Albany Fvening Journal. No. 12. A crowd of negroes stripping the shirt off the body of a white man, and leaving him naked —dedicated to the last Congriss, No. 13. A throng of white men and ne- groes setting fire to the Temple of Liberiy. An immense picture ; canvas 40 fect by 24 —dedicated to the Republican party. No, 14. A drunken white man, with his face painted like a uegro. holding a banjo in his hand, in the act of singing “John Brown's soul is marching on’’—dedicated 10 John W. Forney. No. 15. A picture of the infernal re gions, with the dewils all unchanged, la- belled <The United States in the reign of Lincoln 1. ” No. 16, Haman hanging on the ‘gallows which he prepared for Mordecai—de licased to the editors of the Evening Post. No. 17. «The Union League,” being the picture of a mob of white men and negroes trying to split a rail labelled ** The Union ? No. 18. Diplomatic dinner at the White House. His Black Excellency the Minister Hayti seated between Mrs. Lincoln and the charming Miss Chase. The seats of the diplomatic corps are vacant. John W. Forney standing behind the chair of the Haytian Minister dressed 1s a waiter. A very spirited picture. No. 19. Henry Ward Beecher, in the ast of praying to the devil to send famine, pes- tilence and the sword upon a slavery cursed Union. No. 20. Reverend Doctors Cheever and Tyug, at a clandestine mterview with Sa- tan, in front of the pulpit in Cheever’s church ; Satan in the act of delivering an opinion in favor of a superior race of men, to Spring from an amalgamation of whites and blacks —Cheever and Tyng appear de- lighted, A fine painting, and excellent likenesses of the three worthy friends. No. 22. A Copperficad chasing a huge black snake, which is running away with affrighted velocity. These paintings wil! form one of the most remarkable picture galleries in the country, not only on account of their great merit as works of art, but as well for their historical and local interest. It is hinted that the next Congress will purchase the whole gallery, and make ita permanent at traction to draw literary men and artists from all parts of the world (0 Washington city, ——————— eee id Soldiers in the service for *‘three years or during the war,” are entithd to weir discharge at the expiration of the three years. Tn FULPIT POLITICS. A number of leading Repub we notice ave entering into a defence of poli- tizal preachers, and wend make the'r readers beleive that this pernicious practice is all right and proper. We think practices fraught with great evil, to the Clinrch as wall as to the State. It has already produced scheme in congregations, divided Churches, degrad- rd clergymen in public estimatidn ani vast- ly lessened their inflence for pond in comma- nity. So has it created wrangling, bitterness of spirit, feud, and presecation among neigh- borg and friends. It is noticeatle that the practice is approved or following only amorer those whose political sentiments are of Abol- ition stamp, and they wake their subservient to their pobtical belief, And we find it almost universally the case thar among the religions cori-t1es thus contamin- ated with volitics, the utmost uncharitable- ness prevails against all who ditler with their joint sectarian and party beliefs. Surely there must be someting, then. of evil in a system which is so peculiarly creative of ill- will and enmity among, neighbors and com- munities. Indeed. it wonld <eem as if (lus vile was arduined hy the Almighty Himself as a terribla penalty upon those who thus essay to deerade His holy cause by associa- ting with it the unworthy, mere worldly eon- cernments of men, But we think tha practice pernicious in another point of view. The framers of the Constitution wisely declared against a union of Chnieh and State. That instrument should be regarded hy all citizens as a Will which neither the hens nor their Jezendants shonld r violatz or destroy. Ard assure- diy, were nl] the different religions denomine- ations thron shout the lang to adopt thw praciice w 1 the Republican papers defend 4 approve —were all the people to coun tenance it——we shonld inevitably glide into a condition of affairs which would establish the power of the Church over that of tha State,and pastors and leading churchinen wonld then become our civil rulers as well as our religions teachers. The mamfold evils which would grow ont of knch a state of af- fairs, who cannot predict 2 We ought not to mingle religion and politics. The pure pastor who well and fawhfally serves his Great Marter will ins inetively refrain from tion mn party matters. [1 ‘cannot s elerical robea inthe pool of polit- iihing them -—and he should ver pure,or never wear them been we sicerdy beleive, a # the growth of“ 1afidehry, this yimen to tho level of the , for we find that, in the commnnii > religion and politics are equally d r6 +i fromthe pulpits inthlelity most flourishes. We can view the practice in no light in which it ig like'y to subserve the cause of religion fo promote the benefit of mankind, cr io ete: good whatever. 1 digrapis peace and zoo! will among man, and pots a mighty enzine in the hands of i d, ambitions, worldly given 13 re rewith 10 brine sham: and evnstire Zion and trouble aad misery pon the couniev, that themselves may thrive u, on the rain wrought. — Cailisie 1000 Abolition p “NOBOUZS HURT.” Two years ago the United States were at the summit of earthly prosperity. Kingdoms gray with centuries sought its “allianc.. na- tions whose reeond was the history of civili- zation, gaz~d with wonder on the new sitar that appeared in the political firrnament; the ty pitcher on his chin—dedicated to Salm nd oppressor looked to it with wondering dread and the oppressed with yearning love and reverence. In every tongue it was a syno- nym for freedom, its example fired the heart and nerved the arm of straggl ng patriots in every laud Am real—the v ry name sugzeste | ima ges of smiling peace and plenty, a lat flow ing wi homilk and honey, a people prosper ous and contented -honored a’ road and con- [tented at home. No citizen of RB une, in [Rome's palmiess dvs, bore a ponder title from the Republic of the than he who lai Then an American citizon ment West. freeman —oune who owned no ford, « Saving the lord on high,” wha held his rights ai ihe option of no ro'ty despot, who owed al eo giance on'y to his conatry snd fea] yorlyu, his Got. Fem Maine to Texas from the Atlautic to the Pacitic seabo rd, resounded the hum of thriving industry, for prace was within our borders, and we were gt with the world without. Two hort years azo we might have do fad the world in ats, nO ¥ we trembio at the thought of tatervention. Two short years ago the complication in European politice were of no account to us, save when oar sympathies were aroused by the gallant struggle of some oppressed nationality — now we look £9 these uprisings asa Prog. dential diversion in onc favor, and to cal. eulate the effect they will hive dura- tion and ultimate result of onr war of the sections, Why is this? and why is there a sorrow in our dwelling and wailings throught the land? “Nobody's hurt.” : ig “Nobody's hurt!" Yet on the pains and in the valleys of Virginia fell thonsan ls up on thunsands of American citizens, whose death left a gap in mang a fireside circle nn aching vol in many a desolate heart. wiv, died without religions consoltiion or medi. cal nid —without the soothing ministration of friends or the loving care of kindred - amid the the horrors of batt, with the sounds ot carnage, or the rush of charging sq or the groans of wounded comra les in their face, with the earth for a pillow and the wind for a requiem, “Nodody’s hurt!” Yet every day our forces dwindle and our Army of the dead increases: for death hasissned a Couserpticn Bill and he draws his quota chiefly from our ‘military cenires. ace A SS ea A young school teacher at Bucket Massa- chusetts, having indulged in the pleasing practice of kissing his voung lady pupils in- open sckool, the school committee, in their annual report, milly remarked that this ‘is an exercise not recognized by our school regalations” i i iris 077 A Western poet writes a song for the Dayton Empire, commencing +I wish [ was a negro I really do, indeed ; It seems to me that negroes Get everything they need.’ tees. _Some of our steamboats on the Missisaip. pi are to be clad in cotton. The rams wonld be best in wool. cant papers,
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