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,