-? + r\ s THE NEW SB SOUTH. . - . ,,,.,. YoL 1, No. 7. PORT ROYAL, S. C., SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 20,1862. Price Five Cents. THE NEW SOUTH. Published every Saturday Morning by JOS. H. SEARS, Proprietor. Price : Five Cents Pis Copy. Advertisements, one dollar & line, each insertion. Terms: invcrxally cash. OFFICE: Post Office Building, Union Square. POETRY. j Jack's Farewell to his Oill. Scene?Wardroom of the U. S. S. . Time? August 8L, 1862. (Officer Sings.) Oh, messmates, pass the bottle round, Our time is short, remember; For onr grog must stop, and our spirits drop, On the first day of September. Farewell, Old Rye! 'tis a sad, sad wordBut alas 1 it must be spoken? The ruby cup must be given up, And the demijohn be broken! 3#^ ' . . . . ... j Yetsuemory oft will backward turn And dwell with fondness partial, On the days when gin was not a sin* . Va* hwuiaht /?nnrfa-mar tial. " ' JdClPl Wppy"?5SrwTB soon be past, To return again, oh never, For they ve raised his pay five-cents a day Bat stopped his grog forever. The boatswain't mate pipes : hands splice the main brace") All hands to splice the main brace call, But splice it now in sorrow. For the spirit-room key will be laid away Forever, on to-morrow. uaboto the list. ?Is feere any news of the war!" she said. "Only a list of the wounded and dead," Was the man's reply, Without lifting his eye To (he face of the woman standing by. ** Tit the very thing that I want," she said: 1 ** Bead me a list of the wounded and dead." . . . 4 *x? . fie read her the fiiW'twas a sad array Of the wennded and killed in the fatal fray; la the very midst was a pause to tell That this youth, who had fought so well That his comrades asked, " Who is he pray!" ** The only son of the widow Gray," Was the proud reply Of his Captain nigh, Whjtails the woman standing near I Her thee has the asbeu hue of fear! ^ " WeB, well, read on; is he wounded t quick i 0 God J but my heart is sorrow sick!" f* Is he wonmded ? no! he fell, they say. Killed ootri^ht on that fatal dayi '* But see ! the woman h is swooned away I Sadly she opened her eyes to the light; Slowly recalled the event of the fight; ^ Faintly she mannjred, " Killed outright t It has caused the life, of my only son; ~ ' But the battle is fought and and the victory's won; The will ofthe Lord, let It be done-T" God pity the cheerless widow Gray, : And send from halls of eternal day, .< { The light of His peace to Illume her way! The Post Bakery. Standing opposite* the Ordnance Yard is a long, low shed, glaring with whitewash, and grotesque in aspect;?Its steep, disproporifcnate roof making it by all odds the unshspHest of the many unshapely buildings which compose the mushroom ' town of Hilton Head, and fuggesting at a glance . th<> nnmmnn nr?> nf'a.verBfcriLll man hidden by a very Urge bat. But qjuts ojfhe sweetest ker| nel have Hot always the sn)oothe^Bens,4and we I have the'authority of Holy that ; the joyous bees chose t^^loom^^Haafl^^liou as a depository for their honey ; tl^Kfo^^B^dy | need be surprised at our statemen^H flj^K J ! 8quat,rudeshed--^rchitecture-igiJ^K^^HpL I though U be there emanates an$jfflHBraces ; much to soften thewiperities of a lot?BKe wilderness, and fink us to CivilUation. This queer, misshapen &6d is th^^r B4k^. Without it and the conveniences-wlurti^^^ifi (oh! horrible thought!) wf should "hardtack" instead of luxuriating mKeW^ lent kind of bread which we now^rotaii^^fcj have ofteiwit midnight passed by the Bakery, catching glimpses beyond its doors of a score ol busy men,?in tucked-np sleeves and paper caps, of visage chalky and wearing garments yellowishwhite, like those of an artist in plaster,?flitting about as ghosts mig^t among th* graves, -end w? dared not enter. That a baker could be found, in working hours, sociable enough and willing to instruct humble seekers after knowledge like ourselves into the mysteries of his croft, we believed to be just as much an impossibility as it would be to find a sociable boiler-maker or a sociable lighthouse-keeper. We classed the three avocations in the catalogue of morose pursuits, and looked upon the creatures who followed them much as we do upon an undertaker?useful, but to be pitied. As far as the bakers are concerned we must correct our opinion. They are a jolly, yeast-drinkink set of fellows, with hearts as light as theii "sponge," and as warm as their ovens. All this j and more we learned last Monday morning, while taking our constitutional daily tramp for tbe benefit of our health and for thepioflt of our readers. We sauntered towards the Bakery. Its doors, as usual, were open wide, and seemed to say "come in and welcome!" The half-closed window-shutters gave us an hospitable wink, and hesitatingly we passed the whitened portals. A large brown pile of smoking bread, packed endwise in a corner; wafted a mater-f.imilias influence throngh the place and we immediately felt at home. A minute afterwards we were drinking yeast and rising ,n the head-baker's confidence. He showed us over the eatahli-hment. eznlalned all things to us with exemplary patience, bade us drink more yeast, dipped out of a barrel with a bright tin-cup, and when our visit ended we were wiser by a whole "batch" than before. To Capt. M. R. Morgan, Chief Commissary ol the Department, we are all indebted for the ad * ?al . n.i Av. vantages wuicu ui? diwerj cuimoth?ai ichm iui possessing them as early as we did after the occu pation of the Post. His foresight and care prompted him to purchase the bricks required foi the construction of ovens which should bake good bread for at least 20,000 men, and this material was brought down with the original expedition. Owing to the difficulty of discharging the cargoes of the transports before the long pier was completed, there was delay in getting the bricks ashore, / - f and the bakery was not ready tor work until January. All remember with satisfaction the pleasant change from dry "hard tack" to soft and wholesome bread. The Post Bakery is an army institution to which thj Commtauriat Department gives only a semiofficial ^tfdpweitorft; but certain rules are preaHKtedffPr it* fWragement. The flour is not isthe fltmmissury directly to the bakers, through the various regiments, a^yor every polukl of dour "turned in" ft pound ^Hread goes oh?,jAs a pound of flour is not used weighty of bread, there is a gA|riMnmfflationthe flour "turned in," *^Bffs pHfedto the. credit of tlje Post. From ! AKmrptfiBnftds and others afe supplied, at y fupd is^ffced called the 0j^pU^." if-nJti this fund hops are purchased and all ity^xjpenms of the bakery met, when the | iv|dttie^Hlevdted according to the pleasure of ^rc"Po^PouncibQ? Administration," generally i t^^^^Bshmerft of a library, to the education (^ A^dren, or to some equally useful p^Be. ^Some fded of the magnitude of the busi! ness done by this bakery may be gained from the fact that the fund had increased to the handsome sum of about $5,500 up to the end of July when . Capt. Win. P. Martin resigned the office of Post \ Treasurer to Lieut. Fred. A.-S?wf?y*b* pr and fifties, perforated, like postage stamps, so as to i be easily separated. All are formed of five and i ten cent stamps, the fives and tens each consisting of a simple stamp with a large circle on each side 1 containing the Roman numerals Y or X, in geem> etrical lathework. Hie twenty-fives and fifties ore i made by overlapping five or ten-cent stamps. Tha crrmiml work: of the fives and tvrentv-Aves is yellow, to prevent photographing. The green. of the tens and fifties is not readily susceptible of photographing. Of the daily issue, 20,000 hills , will be fives, 20,000 teru, 32,000 twenty-lives, and 32,000 fillies. Short but Expressive Dialog**.?"John^. where is your master to-day ?'' "Oh, he's ofi^. ssb^ i recruiting." Recruiting, is he? That's gooil? t where's he recruiting?" "Up in the White Mountains, sir, recruiting his healths "-Ah! sick, is he ? What's the matter?" ''He te*k c?W 1 on account of thedruft." "Thatched; them be wont go to war ?" "Oh no, sir, he's too 'WTidh awake.'"