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Outside the palace gate there stands A beggar, with a'face of woe, Who. clad iu rags, with outstretched hands, Asks alms of those that come and go— A brother of the king is he, A common Father both may claim, That God our weak lips may not name, Who pities poor humanity. See in the careless crowds that pass Along the city's busy street, The rich and poor ; there, too, ulas! Bold shame and modest virtue meet; Brothers and sisters all are we, Whatever is our worldly lot, It matters not by whom begot— A part of poor humanity! The rich man sipping costly wine, Wliute'er the foolish worldling thinks, Is linked with him who from the vine Crushes the juioe the other drinks— Though nursed in easy luxury, he May scorn the laborer in his heart, Forgetful that each forms a part Of that poor thing humanity! I'p yonder crazy stairs dwells one Who toils through all the livelong day, Toils till her weary work is done T drive the famished wolf away— A sister, wan and pale, is she, To her, that other, young and fair, Who rides behind yon stylish pair, A part of poor humanity! Great Ib aven, look kindly from above On us the children of Thy care, And nil our selfish hearts with love, in ev.-r this our earnest prayer— Oh give us grace that we may see The faults that every virtue mar, And strength to bear the ills that are The lot of poor humanity! THE GUERILLA MOSEBY. fiie New York World lias published a ;• > of interesting articles giving the nacter and achievements of various •i'l leaders. They are written by one of \s late staff officers, and must be accept is coming from one of the strongest I'd proclivities. One of his last contri tions is on the übiquitous Moseby, the • it guerilla chief of the Virginia border die man who perilled the safety of every n-roost, horse-stabje, money-till, grocery id seiiger indiscriminately, regardless of . . sex or circumstances, of all monies, itches, jewelry and other valuables. Of -accomplished free-booter the World's rrcspuiideuts thus graphically and kindly Cites, and we give it as a matter of gen i interest to our readers, who knowing ! seby well will appreciate his history : ibis man, figuring in the popular eye as i r iffian and low adventurer, was born 1 . iTed, and is, in a manner, a gentleman, i s family is one of high standing and iu • -dgence in Virginia, and he jvas educated hie I niversity of Virginia, where he studied the law. He commenced the prac -1 married, and would probably have 'vvj through life as a "county court Wit had not the war taken place.— f Virginia seceded he imitated other ■ - men, and embarked in the struggle •; a private in a regiment of cavalry.— -i' re he exhibited courage and activity, eventually became Ist lieutenant and 4 ' jutant. When the miserable "reorgan -1 ■" system of the Confederate States ' uriimi iit went into operation in the •- 1 1*62, and the men were allowed M ■' < t their officers, Moseby—never an i" indulgent officer—was thrown out, • '-Tain became a private. He returned )' ifc r; "'ks ; but bis energy and activity •■•■ en frequently exhibited, and Gen. -'•!. who possessed a remarkable talent "-covering conspicuous military merit s ,rt in obscure persons, speedily ; lor 'din, and from that time employed j"" 18 . 4 scout or partisan. It is proper to V 1 rt 'ader here that a scout is not a Moseby's duty was to penetrate the . of country occupied by the Federal -ieither alone or in command of a small of cavalry ; and by hovering w /°ds around the Union camps, in •'gating citizens, or capturing pickets 1 Meiers, acquire information of the N 1 R numbers, position, or designs. If i i inution could be obtained without ... ( s ■'!. nil the better—but if necessa ; ; w as the duty and the habit of the S r ,. 1 ' :ittac k, or when attacked, hold • v~ r '! u "d lls long as possible. In other - 'm il' was inaugurated in the coun c . "k'" d by the Federal forces a regu- Uf r'" "' P :irl ' sa " warfare, the object , " •' w as to harass the invading force, It"i' V '~ r ~ wa y ''"pair its efficiency. a - s at this time I first saw Moseby, , a P' ,ear ance was wholly undistin o. a i . waH thin, wiry, and, I should five feet nine or ten inches in • u . r -flight stoop in the neck was r ^ ra o 11 ie c,lin was carried well •• 8 Wfcre f' l '" and wore a '■'•' ri Ur r l 8,11 "'e ; the eyes, under 1 eft hat, were keen, sparkling, 1L O. GOODRICH, Publisher. VOLUME XXVI. and roved curiously from side to side. He wore a grey uniform, with no arms but two revolvers in his belt ; the sabre was no favorite with him. His voice was low, and a smile was often on Irs lips. He rarely sat still ten minutes. Such was his ap pearance at that time. No one would have been struck with anything noticeable in in him except the eyes. These Hashed at times, in away which might induced the opiiiou that there was something in the man, if it only had an opportunity to "come out." I am not aware that he gained any repu tation in the campaign of 1862. He was considered, however, by General Stuart, an excellent scout and partisan ; and the General once related to the present writer, with great glee, the manner iu which Mose by had taken nine men, deployed them over several hundred yards, and advanced, fir ing steadily upon a whole brigade of Fed eral cavalry, which hastily retired, under the impression that the attacking force was heavy. Such things were common with Moseby, who seemed to enjoy them greatly; but iu the spring of 1862 the tables were turned upon the partisan. General Stuart sent him from the Chick hominy to carry a confidential message to Gen. Jackson, then in the valley. He was resting at one of the wayside stations ou the Central Railroad, while his horse was feeding, when a detachment of Federal cavalry surprised and captured him—making prize also of a private note from Stuart to Jackson, and a copy of Na poleon's "Maxims," accompanying it. Muse by was carried to the Old Capitol, but was soon exchanged ; and chancing to discover on his route down the bay that General Burnside was going soon to reinforce Gen eral Pope in Culpepper, he hastened, on his arrival, with that important information to General Lee, who telegraphed it doubtless, to General Jackson at Gordonsville. It is probable that the battle of Cedar Run, where General Pope was defeated, was fought by Jackson in consequence of this information. My 6bject, however, is not to write a biography of Colonel Moseby. It is for tunate that such is not my design ; for a career of wonderful activity extending over about three years could not be condensed into a brief paper. I shall speak of but one or two other incidents in his career— and one shall be his surprise of Brigadier General Stoughton at Fairfax Court House in the winter of 1862 This affair excited unbounded indignation on the part of many excellent people. Let us see it it was not a legitimate partisan operation. It was in November, I believe, that Moseby received the information leading to his movement. The federal forces at that time occupied the region between Fredericksburg and Alexandria, and as General Stuart's activity and energy were just causes of solicitude, a strong body of infantry, cavalry, and artillery was posted in the neighborhood of Fairfax Court House and Centreville.— Colonel Wyndham was in command of the cavalry, and acting Brigadier-Gen. Stough ton, a young officer from West Point, com manded the whole district, with his head quarters at the small village of Fairfax.— Moseby formed the design of capturing Gen. Stoughton, Col. Wyndham, Col. John son, and other officers ; and sent scouts to the neighborhood to ascertain the force there. They brought word that a strong body of infantry and artillery was at Cen treville ; Col. Wyndham's brigade of cav alry was at Germantown, a mile from Fair fax ; and towards the railroad station an other brigade of infantry. Fairfax thus appeared to be inclosed within a cordon of all arms, rendering it wholly impossible even to approach it. Those who' know the ground, as many of my readers doubtless do, will easily understand how desperate the undertaking appeared of penetrating to the town, and safely carrying off the Federal commandant. It was one of those schemes, however, whose very boldness is apt to cause them to succeed. Men rarely guard against dangers which they do not dream it possible can threaten them.— Moseby doubtless based his calculations upon this fact ; at any rate he decided up on the movement, and with twenty-nine men set out one dark and drizzling Novem ber night for the scene of operations. The party had to steal off with their cap tives, if any were made, or cut their way through, and on that black night no uni form was discernable. Moseby approach ed Germantown by the Little River turn pike, but fearing Wyndham's cavalry, ob liqued to the right, and took to the woods skirting the Warrenton road. Centreville was thus, with its garrison, on the right and rear, Germantown on the left,and Fair fax, winged with infantry camps, in his front. It was now rainiug heavily, and the night was like pitch. The party advanced by bridle paths through the woods, thus avoiding the pickets on the main avenues of approach, and the incessant patter of the rain drowned the hoof-strokes of the horses. A mile from Fairfax the gleam of tents greeted them in front, and liuding the ap proaches barred in that direction, they si lently obliqued to the right again, crossed the Warrenton road, and gradually drew near the town on the southern side. Again the wet and rain served them. Their ad vance was undiscovered, and at last they were close upon the place. An infantry picket was the only obstacle, and this was soon removed. The sleepy vidette found a pistol at his breast,and the picket was com pelled to surrender without firing a shot.— The way was then clear, and Moseby enter ed the town at a gallop. His object was to capture the Federal officers known to be in the place, burn the public stores and carry off as many horses as possible. His party was accordingly divided for these purposes, and Moseby himself pro ceeded to Gen. Stoughton's residence. It was afterwards said that a young lady of the place, Miss Ford, supplied him with in formation, and led him, personally, to the house. This, Col. Moseby stated to the present writer, was entirely a mistake ; he received information neitherfrom Miss Ford nor any one else except his own scouts— nor did any one accompany him in his visit to Gen. Stoughton. He found an orderly at the door, who was taken charge of by one of his own men, and then mounted to the General's bedchamber, the occupant of which was fast asleep. At Moseby's uncer emonious "Get up, General, and come with me !" the Sleeper started erect,and demand ed, "Do you know who I am, sir ?" appar- TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., OCTOBER '26, 1865. ently indignant at such want of ceremony. " Do you kuow Moseby, General ?" was the reply. " Yes," was the eager response, "have you got the rascal?" "No, but he has got you." And to the startled "What does this ineau, sir ?" Gen. Stuart's cav alry are in possession of the court house, sir, and that you are my prisoner." This disagreeable state of affairs slowly dawn ed upon the aroused sleeper, and he soon found himself dressed, mounted, and ready to set out—a prisoner. Several stall - offi cers had also been captured, and a consid erable uumber of horses. Cols. Wyndham and Johuson eluded the search for them.— Deciding not to burn the public stores which were iu the houses, Moseby then mounted all his prisoners—some thirty-five,l believe, in number, including about half-a-dozen officers —cautiously retracing his steps,pass ing over the very same ground, and steal ing along, about dawn, under the muzzles of the guns iu the works at Centreville, so close that the sentinel hailed the party, swam Cub run, struck southward, and at sunrise was safe beyond pursuit. The skill and boldness exhibited in the conception and execution of this raid con ferred upon Moseby just fame as a partisan officer : and the regular organization of his command commenced. He was made cap tain, then major, then lieutenant-colonel, and colonel, as his force and his operations increased. From the solitary scout, or humble partisan operating with a small squad, he had grown to be an officer of rank and distinction, intrusted with impor tant duties, and eventually with the guard ianship of the whole extentof country north of the Rappahannock, and east of the Blue Ridge. The people of the region speak of it with a laugh, as "Moseby's Confederacy," and the name will probably adhere to it, in the popular mind, for many years to come. Let us pass to these latter days when "Col onel" Moseby gave the Federal forces so much trouble and aroused so much indig nation in General Custer, General Sheridan, and others, whose men he captured, and whose convoys he so frequently cut off and destroyed, Moseby was born to be a partisan leader, and as such was probably greater than any other who took part in the war. He had by nature all the qualities which made the ac complished ranger; nothing could daunt him ; his activity of mind and body—call it, if you choose, restless eternal love of movement—was something wonderful ; and that untiring energy which is the secret of half the great successes of history, drove him incessantly to plan, to scheme, to con ceive, and to execute. He could not rest when there was any thing to do, and scout ed for his amusement, charging pickets so lus byway of Bport. On dark and rainy nights, when other men aim at being com fortably housed, Moseby liked to be moving with a detachment of his men to surprise and attack some Federal camp, or to "run in" some picket, and occasion consternation, ; if not inflict injury. The peculiar feature of his command was '• that the men occupied no stated camp, "and, j in fact, were never kept together, except j on an expedition. They were scattered J throughout the country, especially among j the small farm houses in the spurs of the B'ue Ridge ; and here they lived the mer riest lives imaginable. They were subject ed to none of the hardships and privations j of regular soldiers. Their horses were iu j comfortable stables or ranged freely over | excellent pastures ; the men lived with j their families, slept in beds, and had not li- ; ing to do with "rations" of hard bread and ' bacon. Milk, butter, and all the house- J hold luxuries of peace were at their com mand ; and not until their chief summoned them did they buckle on their arms and get to horse. While thoy were thus living on the fat of the land, Moseby was perhaps scouting off on his private account somewhere down towards Manassas, Alexandria, or Lees burg. If bis excursions revealed an open- j ing for successful operations, be sent off j a well mounted courier, who travelled rap idly to the first nest of ranges ; thence a I fresh courier carried the summons else where ; a few hours twenty, thirty, or fifty men excellently mounted made their ap pearance at the prescribed rendezvous.— The man who disregarded or evaded the second summons to a raid was summarily dealt with ; he received a note for delivery to Gen Stuart, and on reaching the cavalry headquarters was directed to return to the company in the regular service from which he had been transferred. This seldom happened, however. The men were all anxious to go upon raids, to share the rich spoils ; and were prompt at the rendezvous. Once assembled, the ran gers tell into column, Moseby said " Come on," and the party set forward upon their appointed task—to surprise some camp, capture an army train, or ambush some de tached party of Federal cavalry on a for aging expedition. Such a life is attractive to the imagin ation, and the men came to have a passion for it. But it is a dangerous service. It may with propriety be regarded as a trial of wits between the opposing commanders, i The great praise of Moseby was that his j superior skill, activity and good judgment j gave him most uninterrupted success, and invariably saved him from capture. An at- I tack upon Col. Cole, of the Maryland cavH airy, near Loudon Heights, in the winter of j 1863—4, was his only serious failure, and j that appears to have resulted from a diso- j bedieuce of his orders. He bad here some | valuable officers and men killed. He was several times wounded, but nev er taken. On the last occasion, in 1864, he was shot through the window of a house in Fauquier, but managed to stagger into a darkened room, tear off his stars, the badges of his rank, and counterfeit a per son mortally wounded. His assailants left him dying, as they supposed, without dis covering his identity, and when they did discover it and hurried back, he had been removed beyond reach of peril After his wounds, he always reappeared paler and thinner, but more active and untiring than than ever. They oidy seemed to exasper ate him, and make him more dangerous to trains, scouting parties, and detached camps than before. The great secret of his success was un doubtedly his unbounded energy and enter prise General Stuart came finally to re pose unlimited confidence m his resources, and relied implicitly upon him. The wri ter recalls an instance of this in June, 1863. General Stuart was then near Middleburg, REGARDLESS OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANY QUARTER. watching General Hooker, who was about to move towards Pennsylvania, but could get no accurate information from his scouts. Silent, puzzled and doubtful, the General walked up and down, knitting his brows and reflecting, when the little figure of Moseby appeared, and Stuart uttered an exclamation of relief and satisfaction They were speedily in private consultation, and Moseby only came out again to mount bis quick grey marc and set out in a heavy storm, for the Federal camps. On the next day lie returned with information which put the entire cavalry in motion. He had penetrated General Hooker's camps, ascer tained everything, and safely returned. This had been done in bis grey uniform, with his pistols in his belt ; and 1 believe it was on this occasion that he gave a characteristic evidence of his coolness.— He had captured a Federal cavalryman, and they were riding on together, when suddenly they struck a column of the Un ion cavalry passing. Moseby drew his oil cloth around him, cocked his pistol, and sai