POETRY BY GEN. LANDER.

The following stanzas were written by Brig.-Gen. Lander, on hearing that the Confederate troops had said that "Fewer of the Massachusetts officers would have been killed if they had not been too proud to surrender."

We trust that the suggestion in the last stanza will be promptly met, and the Twentieth Massachusetts be at Once recruited to its full complement.

"OURS."

Aye, deem us proud! for we are more

Than proud of all our mighty dead;
Proud of the bleak and rock-bound shore
A crowned oppressor cannot tread.

Proud of each rock, and wood, and glen,

Of every river, lake, and plain; Proud of the calm and earnest men

Who claim the right and will to reign.

Proud of the men who gave us birth,
Who battled with the stormy wave,
To sweep the red man from the earth,
And build their homes upon his grave.
Proud of the holy summer morn,

They traced in blood upon its sod;
The rights of freemen yet unborn,
Proud of their language and their God.

Proud, that beneath our proudest dome, And round the cottage-cradled hearth, There is a welcome and a home

For every stricken race on earth.

Proud that yon slowly sinking sun

Saw drowning lips grow white in prayer, O'er such brief acts of duty done As honor gathers from despair.

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Pride 'tis our watchword, "Clear the boats!"Holmes, Putnam, Bartlett, Pierson-here!" And while this crazy wherry floats,

"Let's save our wounded!" cries Revere.

Old State-some souls are rudely sped-
This record for thy Twentieth corps,
Imprisoned, wounded, dying, dead,

It only asks," Has Sparta more?"
-Boston Post, Nov. 23.

AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR.

There are bright spots in the darkness of war. Deeds of mercy by an enemy shed lustre on our common humanity. They have been commemorated in the heroic song of Homer, and have been eagerly caught and honored in every age by the human heart. They bid us hope, too, that the present contest grows, in part, out of mutual misapprehension of the purposes and spirit of the two sections of the country arrayed against each other.

The following lines were written by a lady of Stock. bridge, and commemorate an incident very touching and beautiful, which rests upon the best authority, and which ought to be known.

Colonel Mulligan refused his parole at Lexington, and his wife resolved to share his captivity. Accordingly she left her infant, fourteen months old, in the care of one of the strongest secessionist women in the town. That woman assumed the charge of the little child, and dressed it in the captured American flag.

The fight had ceased! The cannon's roar
Was silent on Missouri's shore;

The leader and his band so brave

Had turned from walls they could not save

When voice was heard of sore lament,
A mother o'er her baby bent,
And fast the bitter tears were shed
That fell upon his little head:

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'Thy father yields his post and sword, But rebels shall not have his 'word;' In prison rather ling'ring lie, Than yield the right to fight and die!

"And faithful love shall follow there,
His hard captivity to share;
But thee, my boy! such fate for thee!
Like fettered cherub thus to be!

"To pine in loathsome, poisoned air, To dwell in dungeon damp and bare

They raised the arm, they struck the blow,

And gloried in the deed,

That first of all they met the foe,
And made rebellion bleed.

But not without a saddening word
Is told the glorious tale:
For three of Massachusetts' sons
Amid the struggle fell.

The message flew as on the wind
To every freeman's door;
"The blood of Massachusetts stains
The streets of Baltimore !"

Then came again the cry, "To arms!
The capital must yield,

Unless ten thousand valiant men
Shall quickly take the field."

At once ten times ten thousand rose, Who had not armed before;

A million men were ready, then,

To march through Baltimore.

E'en those who once had striven in vain
To palliate the wrong,

And sought a poor, precarious peace,
Took up the battle-song.

One heart, one hand, the North-men stand, And swear they will be fre

They battle for their native land,

For life and liberty.

Look, England, who art wont to sneer! And Europe, now behold!

See here the patriotic zeal

That fired the men of old.

The blood that coursed the father's veins
Is still as warm and pure;

Now call our Government a dream,
Our freedom insecure!

That taunted lack of loyalty!
Look, Europe, what a sight!
When twenty millions rise in strength,
To vindicate the right.

Was ever such a loyalty

Bestowed on any throne? Can such a country ever fall,

Where such a love is shown?

Ah, no! America shall rise Above the dismal cloud; This is her resurrection morn! She casts aside the shroud!

Harp of Columbia! there is still
A theme to waken thee;
Thou canst again the bosom thrill
As when, of old, from hill to hill
Thy echoes roused the yeoman's will,
And taught him to be free!

Hast thou forgot the songs of yore
Amid the scenes of peace?
And shall thy music nevermore
Awake the land from shore to shore,

LINES

Respectfully inscribed to the loyal ladies of Kentucky, and especially to Mrs. Nannette Smith and Mrs. Bland Bullard, of Louisville, Kentucky, by a private in Captain Van Trees' company, Sixth regiment of Indiana Volunteers, Col. T. T. Crittenden commanding.

BY W. S. G.

We left our homes and firesides,

And those who love us dearly—
Our mothers, brothers, sisters, wives-
All those we love sincerely.
And why? A noble sister State
Called out in tones of thunder,
"Brothers, there's traitors on our soil
Who'd rend our peace asunder."

We heard the call-responded, too, Though bitter was our parting; We joined the gallant Crittenden,

As with one heart upstarting. We gave a hasty brief adieu,

With hearts somewhat dejected; But every Hoosier vowed to see Kentucky's fair protected.

And have we proved false to our trust,
Or shirked the foe before us?
Nay! we'll e'er follow that old flag

That's proudly streaming o'er us!
Our fathers bore it on the fields

Won by blood-wrought election ;And we, their humble progeny,

Will die for its protection.

And, sons of old Kentucky's soil,
The "bloody ground" of story,
Have you proved recreant to yourselves,
And blasted all your glory!
Nay! rouse rehearse the solemn vows
Which once our fathers plighted,
Shoulder to shoulder let us stand

Till North and South's united.

The same bright stream that laps your State
Rolls on the beach of ours;
And many a Hoosier tendril is

Twined with Kentucky's flowers.
All human hopes, all human ties,
Can brothers lightly sever?
Nay! till our country's foes are crushed,
Let's be allied together.

Ye loyal ladies of this State,

Who scorn Disunion's faction,
Arouse your brothers, gallants, sons,
To patriotic action.

Your eloquence can touch their hearts;
Your smiles will hosts assemble;
Place in their hands that "standard sheet"
Before which traitors tremble.

Ladies! we hail your grateful acts
With true, heart-felt emotion,
And for you and our country's rights
We pledge life-long devotion;
May fairest flowers strew your path
Ón earth to God's own heaven;
And e'er on glory's pages live

Kentucky's loyal women.

CAMP INDIANA, HARDIN Co., KY., Oct. 28, 1861.

WHISKEY AND ICE SCARCE AT RICHMOND.-The New Orleans Picayune thinks whiskey and ice must be growing exceedingly scarce in Richmond. A "friend just returned informs the editor, on entering a fashionable drinking saloon in the Confederate capital, he saw this placard posted over the counter: 'Drinks fifteen cents each. No bills changed except at heavy discount. Gentlemen will please refrain from eating the ice in their tumblers after drinking.'"-Cincinnati Gazette, Nov. 14.

A LITTLE COUNTY WITH A BIG HEART.-Ritchie County, in Western Virginia, is a very small county, but she gave seven hundred votes for the Union, and out of these seven hundred voters, five hundred have

gone to make good their ballots with their bayonets, and others are getting ready to do the same.-Philadelphia Bulletin, Sept. 19.

PICKET COURTESIES.-A night or two ago, a German picket-guard stationed outside of Arlington, in Va., heard their own language spoken by the rebel scouts opposite them. A few words were interchanged, and the parties on both sides, finding themselves fellow-countrymen, proceeded to meet each other in perfect confidence. So well pleased were they with their interview that, after posting a sufficient number of guards along the prescribed lines, the majority returned to the neutral ground, and, building a fire, passed the best part of the night together, on the warmest and most amicable terms.N. Y. Tribune, Sept. 25.

PRINCE NAPOLEON AND THE UNION.-The Mining Register relates that while Prince Napoleon was at Copper Falls, in Lake Superior region, the following incident occurred:

While returning from the stamp mill, the Prince proposed to drink (it being quite warm) from a spring by the wayside, and, taking an empty powder can used by the miners for the purpose, he drank-" The land of Washington-one and inseparable." The compliment was handsomely returned by Mr. Burnham, in—“France-the friend of America," which was received by the whole party with much enthusiasm.

DAN RICE, the showman, is stumping the Western States, outside of his menagerie, in favor of the Union cause. He addressed a meeting at Oshkosh, Wis., on the 28th ult.-Louisville Journal, Sept. 12.

MAJOR LYNDE, the officer who surrendered Fort Fillmore to the rebels in New Mexico, has been arrested by two of his subordinates, (Captains Gibbs and Potter,) who have taken the responsibility of conveying him to Santa Fé for trial. The old man was very indignant at this treatment, but the two captains were young and active, and held him fast.— N. Y. Evening Post, Sept. 11.

MAURY'S "OBSERVATIONS."-A curious discovery was made at the national observatory at Washington, from which Lieut. Maury seceded. On attempting to use some of the instruments for observation, it was found that a large tree had grown up in front of them so as to completely obstruct the view-thus giving conclusive evidence that the instruments have not been used for years! A striking commentary on the manner in which the seceding superintendent discharged his duties. Workmen are now cutting away the mute but unimpeachable witness against him.N. Y. Tribune, Sept. 11.

IMPRESSMENT OF WOMEN IN MEMPHIS.-The Memphis (Tenn.) Appeal of the 5th of Sept. has a long account of the action of the Common Council of that city in relation to the want of nurses for the soldiers. It gives a deplorable account of the condition of the hospitals, and that the women refused to do any thing to aid them until it absolutely became necessary to appeal to the Council to force women to work in the hospitals. The Appeal heads its Common Council report "Impressing Women," and says:

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By permission, Dr. Keller was allowed to state to the Board that the washing of the sick soldiers had