And yet his pitiful plea is that he had to go with his State. Did he have to steal millions of property from a nation that had fed and clothed him, and heaped honors upon him, and to steal it before his State had made a step towards leaving the Union ?Phila. Inquirer, Sept. 3.

A UNION man flogged a secessionist in Wyoming, Pa., recently, for expressing treasonable and riotous sentiments. The latter brought the case before a Justice of the Peace, who decided that the flogging was a constitutional act under the circumstances.Fitzgerald's City Item, May 18.

A PLEASANT VOCABULARY.-A member of the "Tiger Rifles," of Louisiana, gives the New Orleans True Delta a very highly colored picture of the exploits of that fierce regiment, at the battle of Bull Run, in the course of which he says:

GEN. MCCLELLAN'S SONG.-A musical lady friend has made the discovery that Gen. McClellan's speech is well adapted to go as a song to the John Brown tune. Now, as the soldiers will sing that tune in preference to any other, we think it highly desirable they should be furnished with better words to it; and who knows but they may be willing to adopt this, which is at least unexceptionable on the score of taste and sentiment. Gen. McClellan is fairly entitled to the reward offered by the National Song Committee.

ANECDOTE OF FLOYD.-The following anecdote is told of Floyd, the great Virginian: A few years since a gentleman residing in Richmond, Va., gave a large dinner party to some distinguished men, among whom was Floyd, then a rising man, but whose personal appearance indicated neither mental nor physical superiority, he being a pursy, dark-complexioned man, with crispy, wiry hair. Among the distinguished guests were two Indian chiefs, returning from a visit to their "Great Father," the President -magnificent specimens of their race. Floyd, thinking to compliment them and make them at their ease, told them in a condescending manner, that he could boast of Indian blood in his veins, being a descendant of Pocahontas. One of the chiefs, drawing himself up majestically and disdainfully, and with a look-Boston Evening Transcript, Sept. 13.

of contempt upon his noble countenance, said in broken English, "Ugh! no! no! nigur! nigur!" The confusion and dismay of Floyd was complete, and it required all the boasted politeness of Rich

mond to keep the other guests from exploding with laughter.-Springfield Republican.

"Our Lieutenant, old Tom Adrian, than whom a braver man never wore a hair, shouted out, 'Tigers, go in once more-go in, my sons; I'll be greatly, gloriously God d-d if the s-s of b--s can ever whip the Tigers.' Our blood was on fire, life was valueless; the boys fired one volley, then rushed upon the foe," &c.

Such language would naturally "fire the blood" of most men. We should like to know if this is the ordinary vocabulary of the rebel officers-N. Y. Times, Sept. 5.

PATRIOTISM OF PHILADELPHIANS.-At a meeting of the People's party, held at Philadelphia, Sept. 4th, allusion being made to the present war and the necessity of sustaining the Government firmly, a motion was made and adopted, amid general applause, to appoint a committee to wait on Alderman Patchell and request him to administer the oath of allegiance to the whole body of the citizens collectively. The alderman responded with alacrity. The citizens all stood up, with hats off and hands uplifted, and with solemnity and emphasis the oath was administered. At the close there was an outburst of vehement cheering. The meeting evinced the determination to assert the authority of the Republic everywhere, and exact loyalty from every man as a bounden duty.-N. Y. Commercial, Sept. 5.

We have had our last retreat,
We have had our last retreat,
We have had our last retreat,-
McClellan's marching on.
Glory, halle-hallelujah! &c.

We have seen our last defeat,
We have seen our last defeat,
We have seen our last defeat,—
McClellan's marching on.
Glory, halle-hallelujah! &c.

You stand by me, and I'll stand by you,
You stand by me, and I'll stand by you,
You stand by me, and I'll stand by you,
And victory shall be ours.
Glory, halle-hallelujah! &c.

the so-called President of the so-called Southern ConA REMINISCENCE OF JEFF. DAVIS.-I never saw federacy but once; but the circumstances were such

as to distinctly impress the man's character, as revealed by that authentic medium, natural language, upon my mind. A few days before the inauguration of General Taylor, a lady of Washington who had been a schoolmate of his daughter, invited us to accompany her on a visit of welcome to her old friend. The greeting between them was most cordial; and being introduced to the family of the President elect under such auspices, having no political object to gain by the acquaintance, we soon became on terms of familiar intercourse with the good old man, and improved opportunities to converse with him, not so much because of his antecedents and actual position, nor on account of any special interest which he himself inspired upon a superficial observation, but because a friend with whom I had been in the habit of discussing character had often entertained me with an account of a delightful sojourn at Prairie du Chien in midwinter, when, during a Western tour, he was the guest of General Taylor, whose conscientious and modest as well as patient and intrepid character he had learned to regard with the highest respect and affection.

It was one of those anomalous social experiences nowhere realized except in this land of transition and of contrasts, to hear the simple-hearted old general talk of his impressions, feelings, and purposes, amid the intrigues of office-hunters, and the ostentation of fashionable and the excitement of political life at Washington on the eve of his inauguration. Not a man of that eager and restless throng seemed more unconscious and unpretending than the one about to be installed as the head of the nation. There was an almost ludicrous contrast between the homely costume and manners, the simple tastes and habits, and the frank and modest conversation of the

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central figure, and the reserve or pretension of those surrounding him. He seemed literally "dragged along in the procession" of political aspirants, as Lamb complained was his fate in the march of the new world. More like a martyr than a victor, he "bore his faculties so meekly," that it seemed as cruel to the man to wrest him from his native sphere, as inappropriate and undesirable for the country to place in the Presidential chair one whose aptitudes were almost exclusively for the post of a frontier soldier or thrifty agriculturist. It needed no prescient insight to anticipate that he would become the tool of designing politicians, or the victim of unaccustomed responsibilities.

disposition and temper better than a biography. Though ostensibly doing him honor, the speaker seemed to half defy the gray-haired soldier, whose eyes were cast down, and whose hands were listlessly folded-to challenge, as it were, with his fluent self-confidence the uneloquent but intrepid man of action, and make him feel how alien to his habits and capacity was the arena to which popular enthusiasm had lifted him. In a word, Jefferson Davis then and there appeared like the incarnation of rhetorical impudence; the style of the man was presumptuous and aggressive, and no delicacy of perception or fine instinct of humanity tempered his arrogant ambition; while the modest, patient, faithful old hero made the inference and the impression more vivid and repulsive; and the recent and recreant career of Jefferson Davis-the bombastic mendacity, as well as the impudent and vulgar tone of his public communications-make this little episode foreshadow that impersonation of reckless audacity which confronts, with brazen aggressiveness, the free people of the United States.-"Y.," in the Boston Transcript, Oct. 15.

But these considerations only made him an object of sympathy to a looker-on, and increased the interest to observe from day to day the phenomena of that peaceful transfer of executive power, which, before the present climax of treasonable violence, has been one of the grandest tests and triumphs of free institutions. A well-informed habitué of Washington society, behind all the political scenes and familiar with all the social agencies of the Capital, kept us regularly informed of all that was going on, and interpreted what was perplexing. It was through this invaluable cicerone that I was notified when and where the committee appointed by Congress would wait upon the President elect, and announce to him his election by the people as Chief Magistrate. It was doubtless with a courteous intent that Jefferson Davis was made chairman of this committee,-his

previous domestic relations with General Taylor sug.-N.
gesting him as an acceptable medium; though, had
the public been as well informed as the private mind,
such a choice would have been the last adopted. The
duty in question is, of course, only a form, to be ful-
filled with the gravity and the grace adapted to the
occasion, but calling for no display of rhetoric, and
no assumption of official dignity; it is simply a con-
stitutional observance, whereby the representatives
of the nation testify to the result of the ballot, and

GENERAL MCCLELLAN'S SPEECH.-A correspondent takes the poetic license of thus paraphrasing General McClellan's recent patriotic address to his soldiers :

We've had our last retreat,
We've seen our last defeat;

You stand by me, and I will stand by you;
Like Lane instructed, we will "put it through."
Y. Herald, Sept. 12.

RATHER SARCASTIC.-A good story was told by Gen. Butler, a short time since, in Washington. The General, speaking of the farce of administering the oath to captured rebels, and then turning them loose,

related an incident that occurred at Fortress Monroe.

state the same to the successful candidate.

and let him

go !"

A scouting party having captured and brought in a live rattlesnake, a question arose as to the disposal of the dangerous customer, when a partially intoxiGeneral Taylor's want of oratorical accomplish-cated soldier hiccoughed, "D—n him! swear him in, ments, his aversion to display, his modest demeanor, and his conscientiousness, were known as well as his bravery and his patriotism, and would have been respected by a thorough gentleman in the discharge of this simple duty, which needed for its performance only quiet courtesy and respectful consideration. Instead thereof, Jefferson Davis, entering the hotel parlor, where General Taylor was seated, with the aspect of a kindly, honest old farmer, paused about eight feet from him, threw back his shoulders, turned out his right foot, and with precisely the air of a complacent sophomore, began a loud harangue about the highest office in the gift of a free people," the 66 responsibility of an oath," and other rhetorical platitudes; the needless pitch of his voice and dogmatism of his emphasis, the complacency and elaboration of his manner and assumption of his tone, in connection with the meek attitude and deprecatory air of his auditor, made the tableau resemble a prosecutor and prisoner at the bar. The difference of age and the former relations of the parties, (Davis having by a runaway match married General Taylor's daughter, who died a few months after,) and the utter novelty of the good old man's position, made the scene, to say the least, a flagrant violation of good taste not less than good feeling.

It was one of those unconscious and therefore authentic revelations of character, which reveal a man's

Sept. 1.-The New Orleans Picayune says the heavy growth of grass in some of the streets in that city "would pay the mower for his trouble."

ST. LOUIS, Sept. 11.-Mrs. Willow and a free colored woman named Hannah Courtena, were arrested yesterday for selling poisoned pies to the soldiers at Camp Benton.-N. Y. World, Sept. 12.

THIRTY-FOUR.

BY REV. S. F. SMITH, D. d.

Fling out the banner on the breeze;
Shake out each starry fold;
Summon the stalwart soldiers forth,

The mighty, and the bold-
The bell of Freedom from its tower
Its solemn call has tolled.

The sound sweeps wildly o'er the land,
Sweeps o'er the bounding sea;

It echoes, from each mountain-top,
The anthem of the free;

It snaps the chain which sin has forged
It sings for liberty.