Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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^ s4*PWiiwEP^- MW^MHBB|^^pfew: J 1 IP ^ i F-' i : - .. ,'V. ' ' n ' *f ''1 '- /"""" . -^? '.'ii:ML\' =.?=: V/?i (THE NEW SOUTH. Published every Saturday Morning by J08. H. SEARS, . ^...Proprietor. Prick: Five Cents Per Copy. Advertisements, one dollar a line, each insertion. Terms: invariably cash. OFFICE: Post Office Building, Union Square. POETBY. [ Written for The Neva South.J \ UlSTttUSlThe night was dark, the wind was high, When rose the sentry's solemn cry, Qui vive!?a moment eqded,? v A shot, a groan, A stifled moan, A soul to Heaven ascended! At dawn all bloody was the ground, Where, near the castle-gate, they found? Good God I a gentle being; Whose cross and dove, J" Her mission prove,? - Meek child of the All-seeing! When, round the portals of the mind Pale shadows hover, ill-defined, Qui vive 1 Suspicion callelh, Mid passion-s storm S. 9nm? ono.pl farm " ? Thus, oft, his victim falleth! I Gt M. r . ' COLUMBIA'S nnrOCATIOH I ?T OHARLZS A. BARRY. Columbia, crashing out with tears And hero-blood, her only shame,? 1 Turns to her flag of eighty years, Immortal in its stars and flame: EO beauteous gift of God, she cries! Gleam out on every hill and plain! "Wave o'er my people as they rise To win me back my fame again. Her Eagle from his loftiest peak The pride of all his nature shows,? Screams wildly?with a clashing beak? Definitee to her gathering foes. Aloft, he swoops on tireless wings, Not him can cannon-crash appal! Through fire and smoke his anger rings Accordant to her clarion call. Then ronse ye fVeemen, sound a blast From all your trumpets, loud and long! Let not th' avenging time go past, Be swift, and terrible, and strong! Uplift the flag; let not a star Be sundered from its field of blue! With fo&d lips kiss each sacred bar That runs our deathless emblem through! And God be with yon! Hasten on! With martial paeans rend the sky! Let bayonets glisten in the sun, And all your b ittie banners fly! And smite to kill! See! Freedom bleeds! She calls yon with her stifled breath: Rebellion to her Temple speeds? March on, to Victory or Death! [Writtdn for TU In Quarantine. *%m On board the U. S. Steamboat Delaware ) 1 St. Helena Sound, S. C., September 6, '62. f . The word Quarantine has a musical, an agreeable sound, yet is the condition it sjjecifies an undesirable one. Subject to it, you become a sanitary Pariah, one of a community of temporary j Robinson Grnsoes, cut off from intercourse with your fellow-man, condemned for a limited time to 1 a maritime purgatory. JN ay, more, you are mvoluntarily forced iuto the position of an enemy of your species, suspected of being an incarnate infection, a promenading pestilence, an anticipatory ghoul, an Ancient Mariner with the albatross of disease constantly slung round his neck. In j the imagination of shore-going mortals, you pace the deck arm in arm with Yellow Jack, impatient to introduce him to your fellow-creatures. All of which is, happily, not the case on board the Delaware. Subsequent to her departure from Key West on the fourteenth of last month, one of our passengers, Dr. (Jornick, medical director of the post, was taken sick of what at first appeared as a bilious fever but presently developed into a yellvw one. Thanks to the unremitting attentions of a non-medical friend, he had become entirely convalescent some days before our arrival ofiT Hilton Head; so much so, indeed, that he is now on his way back to his post and duty, according to Gen. Hunter's order. That is the only case of yellow.fever we have experienced. In truth, the blusterous, squally weather which kept us imprisoned at St. Augustine, and accompanied us in our voyage northwards, would nave dispersed any possible infection. Nevertheless, we recognize the wisdom of using all necessary precautions and bow to Gen. Hunter's authority. And our probationary term has nearly elapsed. Our prospect is not a diversified one. As the tide ehanges, we swing round, gradually and gracefully, presenting our larboard or starboard side to the low, sandy, sedgy shore of Otter Island or the more distant wooded one of St. Helena, and vice versa. There is, anchored not far from us, the war-frigate Shepherd Knapp, and also, an unlucky " * * * ?i-i-t. .It bark, in similar piignt wim us, wnicxi we au remember as sending a modest request to us to tow her out of the harbor of St. Augustine. When all day long the bar was a sea of tossing, tumbling foam which, at night, roared like Niagara! We bumped twice in getting over it. We read a good deal, write long letters to friends (who wouldn't get 'em under other circumstances,) smoke, loaf, intelligently or the reverse, and sometimes go out gunning and boating. A few days ago we went ashore on a melancholy occasion : I will tell you about it. We have had two deaths on board, one that of private Almos N. Woods, of the 7th New Hampshire, of dysentery, of which he had been sick for "-A ?Wa Ii.aurrVif K!m f.nm thp me pasi uve IUUUIU3. ?T V U1VU6U? mm .ivu. ?~ Tortugas, with other invalid companions. Our second loss was that of a clergyman, the Rev. Alfred A. Miller, on his way north with his family from St. Augustine, where he-had resided for some years in the hope of convalescence. As his relatives design removing his body subsequently, it was temporarily interred in the deserted rebel fort on Otter Island, most of us attending the funeral, last Sunday afternoon. Like most unpremeditated solemnities, it was J touching and effective. "With Capt. Etting of the J and trim white shirts, half of their number bearing the.ccffiu, wrapped in the American flag. Arrived within the limits of the little stockaded fort, and ascending to its parapet, we grouped ourselves round the grave, while Gen. Terry read the beautiful Episcopal service for the burial of the dead. That done, the sand was heaped over the body. With the lonely landscape, the abandoned fort, its banks all over-grown with rushes, the wide reach of water and adjacent ocean, with the great wetlooking clouds moving upwards from the west, the scene was at once picturesque and solemn. The rain descended heavily as we departed. The poor soldier rests in the little bnrial-gronnd on the island, amid other victims of the war. He was but seventeen. Both his grave and that of the clergyman is decorated with a neatly-painted headboard, the work of private Richard Schol^ekl of the 47th New York. "They their earthlv task have done Home are gone ana ta'en their wages." TRIBUNE. - ? L The Union and Slavery. Mr. Horace Greeley addressed a letter to President Lincoln, through the columns of the N. Y. Tribune, of Aug. 20, complaining in an indictment of eight counts, that he had failed to execute the laws of Congress and to prosecute the war according to the views of the "twenty millions" of the North; and that a great proportion of those who triumphed in his election were sorely disappointed and deeply pained by the policy he had pursued with regard to the slaves of rebels;?in short the burden and refrain of these formal accusations was that the war appeared to have been conducted in the interest of Slavery " *** 1? u. n ramor man 01 rreeuum. iu nr. vjiocicj o wwplaints Mr. Lincoln made the following answer:? Executive Mansiox, > Washixgtox, Aug. 22, 1862. J Hon. Horace Greeley: Dear Sir : I have just read yours of the 19th, addressed to myself through the New York Tribune. If there be in it any statements or assumptions of fact which I may know to be erroneous, I do not npw and here controvert them. If there be in it any inferences which I may believe to be falsely drawn, I do not now and here argue against them. If there be perceptible in it an impatient and dictatorial tone, I waive it in deference to an old friend, whose heart I have always supposed to be right. Ap to the policy I "seem to be pursuing," as you say, I have not meant to leave any one in doubt. I would save the Union. I would save it the shortest way under the Constitution. The sooner the national authority can be restored the nearer the Union will be "the Union as it was." If there be these who would not save the Union unless they could at the same time save Slavery, I do not agree with them. If there be those who would not save the Union unless they could at the same time deitroy Slavery, I do not agree with them. My paramount object in this struggle m to save the Union, and is not either to save or destroy Slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any , 3lave, I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves, I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone, I would also do that. What I do ? * ' - - * J T J _ 1 about Slavery ana me coioreu race, i uo uecause I believe it helps to save the Union, and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union. I shall do lets whenever I shall believe what I am doing hurts the cause, and I shall do more whenever I shall believe doing more will help the cause. I shall try to correct errors when shown to be errors: and I shall adopt new views so fast as they shall appear to be true views. I have here stated my purpose according to my view of official duty, and I intend no modification of my oft-expressed personal wish that all men, everywhere, could be free. Yours, A. 'LINCOLN. . j } y , }