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* s - -v. v THE HEWwS 0 JJ T H. VOL. 2. NO. IS. WHOLE NO. 61 POUT R01AL, 8. C, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5,1861 PRICE FIVE CENTS. THE NEW SOUTH. 1 Published every Saturday Morning by JOS. H. SEARS, Editor and Proprietor. Price : Five Cents Per Copy. Advertisements, fifty cents a line, each insertion. Terms: invariably cash. OFFICE: Phoenix Building, Union Square. [From "Alice of Monmouth," by E. C. 8tedman, to be published in t few days by Carleton, wc extract the following spirited Cavalry Song.] Our good steeds snuff the evening air, Odr pulses with their purpose tingle; The foeman's fires are twinkling there ; He leaps to hear our sabres jingle! Halt! Earn carmne senas lis wiuzzwg uw ? Now, cling I clang! forward all, Into tbe fight I Dash on beneath the smoking cjouje ; Thro" level lightnings gallop nearer 1 One look to Heaven! No thoughts of hoxu*. The guidons that we bear are dearer. chauubi Cling! clang! forward all! i Heayen help those whose horses fall: Cut left and right 1 They flee before our fierce attack I m ' They fall! they spread in broken surges. V- .. X*p?, bear oar aoundoi MNt, * And leave the foeman to his dirges. WHEEI. ! The bugles sound the swift recall: Cling! clang ! backward ell! Home, and good-night! A Night with the Ghost of Hilton Head. The Universe is one great circle of ever-rccnr . I ring events: periodicity marKs an tue great movement, and even is plainly visible in the most! minute. The fashions of tho world also return i with some regularity, and society is governed by , some unknown law around which it revolves,? j different periods of time are marked by peculiar 11 beliefs, and these periods return, as Time iu its 11 eternal march moves on. Ghosts are no novelty- j they were once, real and genuine; the people firm- i ly believed in their existence; this time has jre j turned, we have reached that point in th<^ circle j 1 of life?the chost period. | In our cities they have been fashionable, and I the ritte of the avenues have nightly enjoyed the presence of a ghost; why should they not deign | . to visit this spot ? why forget us in our lonely hours? They have not forgotten us, for a few i night* since the sandy beach of Hilton Head was impressed by the elastic feet of such a sprite. The afternoon had been pleasant, the sun in the blue vault _of Heaven was partially obscured , by fleeting clouds, yet his rays were full of the lire'of this southern latitu l.\ at the autumnal j season: evening came on, an J a peculiar sense of; dampness, gave signs of an approaching storm, j Sol had left his bright glory, in streaks of mellow light on the western sky, and nature lay calm, j serene and peaceful, at this the hour of the dying day. The evening passed as usual, save in my | ear the sound of some strange, magical music; it j had the harmony of the iEolian Harp, wafted by ' u gentle breeze o'er the vast expanse of Ocean; it had a charm, and held entranced my senses, yet j with all it* sweetness %nd harmony, there was something of sadness and untold mystery in J the music. With my head inclined so as to f: catch, if possible, the very notes and song of the 1 singer, I gazed out into the night, nothing was , visible but the white-capped waves as they rolled , on the shore; the music still entranced me, and |3 while thus gazing into the unknown and dark,? j, suddenly the air began to grow damp and chill, , the darkness increased, angry clouds gathered in 1 j the sky. and the ocean boiled with agitation, white , foam dashed against white foam, and the troubled ] spirit was on the waters. Hours passed on, I still , remained at my window,?the storm increasing in , violence; ever and anon from out tho darkness a < sudden flash of electric light would illuminate the , scene, and the roar of the thunder echoed through the darkness like the booming of cannon on the hotly contested field: thus hour after hour passed, { and even amid this tempest and storm I could hear the soft and heavenly harmony of this mystic singer. Firmly resolving to discover if possible this strange and wonderful mystery, I seated myself in the window, watching and listening, thinking that perhaps aided by the light of some flash, the cause of this magic spell might be revealed. It was approaching " the midnight hour, when churchyards yawn, and hell itself breaths forth contagion to the world." I thought not of churchyards, although with sorrow be it said, that many ft noble youth and patriot has found his grave, far away from the churchyard where his fathers sleep: the other place, breathing out contagion to the world, I banished from my mind, although living in the land of foul treason, and on soil desecrated I by slavery and oppression. While thus musing, having almost resolved to close the window and *' lie down to pleasant dreams,"?a sharp, quick and clear sound startled , n?e, it was only a nearer approach of the storm, which now had full sway o'er land and sea I closed the window and lay down to sleep; alas! no angel of Somnus same with gentle hand to close my eyelids: I felt a something prompting me to again rush to the wiudow ;?it may seem strange to the reader, but in this world, with its J subtle influences and mysterious laws, nothing should be startling; mankind must be schooled in Avrvndt rlailtr o.\mn irrnn/1 1 I LIU WUUUU1U1, ana C?tU V??nj oviUv giuitM revelation open its mystery before them; many of the sublime and majestic movements in the universe are wrought by the almost infinitesimal in- , flaance of a universal power, eternal as the Divine, i and as infinate. Again I stood at the window, 1 fully determined to learn the cause of this peculiar influence on my spirit; I could not resist tjie ( spell that bound me to that spot, jdthough I suft- ' ered from the storm boating on my brow, and at 1 times ulruost blinding me by its fury: it was now j twelve o'clock, midnight, and I must confess I ( felt a kind of (pinking fear nnd tremor; each crash oj i thunder as it echoed from cloud to cloud made j1 me start; one moment only I mused, bad I better | ' remain alone at this hour or summon my com-1, pauions to the scene? perhaps they would laugh ; < it my cowardice, or sneer at ray folly; yet again, , if there was a reality about this mystic singer, i ^ they would be witnesses, and could testify of what J they had seen. I resolved to awaken them, and : r\i?aoonf ?\11 tiOgfiHPfl i 1 Ill 11 Itw lUWiU'JIUl Hi' j nviu [.iv-oHi. , .... to the peculiar sounds whioli echoed through the < ;hill air and storm. The fury of the tempest ' ?oon abated, and my comrades one by one left; 1 mc only remained, a stout, robust and muscular , man?a man of tinn will end strong nerves?he resolved to investigate and solve the mystery. # My friend R. was well adapted for this midnight scene, accustomed as he was to graveyards and the paraphenalia of the dead, (he was a doctor of medicine,) he seated himself by my side; the window still open: here we were in the silent midnight, the wind had died away, the rain-drops * ?xi ; teu iruui me piazza, wuue uue ?avej> vvim caaj \ud gentle motion washed the beach; it was an hour I long shall find recorded in the book of memory, dark and still all seemed in the midnight, while thus seated, both gazing oceanward, the sweet harmony began, and I observed a form of mowy whiteness in the distance, moving gracerally through the darkness; my friend the doctor, the same instant exclaimed, 'do you see that?' 'see irhat ?' said I, endeavoring to evince no uneasiness it the sight of this figure clad in the habliments 3f the grave or of the spirit world; in breathless silence we watched the sepulchral form; again the mysterious song filled the air, and by its magic power, we passed into that land of dreams, neither spoke, both while thus seated yielding to slumber. Just as the morning streaked the east, my friend awoke, and with a sudden impulse siezed my arm, arousing me from what appeared a stupid sleep. In a moment my friend, the doctor, began to describe the image which last impressed him, he spoke in flowry language, and with the peculiar nature of his warm and generous soul; h? a well in extacy over the beauty of the spirit form; describing the lovliness of the mystic song, and rejoicing o'er the happy hour when the singer touched the hidden harp. I listened with amazement at his story, and 'ere the sun had risen from his watery bed, w* were both firm believers in that ghost, which the night before "had charmed me with its music, and produced in the doctor such extacy, contemplating its beauty. Header, it is said that the same apparition presents itself at the midnight hour, during the tempest and the storm, when the waves roll and dash in all their fury. ? iney nave a poet in j?ain, .ur. veiny iveuey, who, in a card in the Times, " Tenders his sincere thanks to the ladies ftnd gentlemen of Bath for their prompt and efficient eflorts in expelling that hated monster of destruction, that fiery crest, open mouthed and gnashing teethed bc-ast which hurst through my unguarded windows on its errand of ruin, but who was driven back in a fair fight by our brave members of the Fire Department, and laid low, not in the Just, but in its own heated ruins." ?The Mayor of a town in France was astonished, ft few Sundays since, at seeing a raw leg of mutton fall down from the sky! He called the municipal authorities together to consult about the matter. The explanation of this singular meateor is to be found in the fact that the mutton fell from XL Madar's great balloon, which was passing 5ver at an immence height. ?This is the way in which :i soldier who had Deen caught stealing clothing was drummed out of the Camp of the Invalid Corps at Augusta: The men were paratled, and the culprit having had the sentence read to him, the buttons were :ut from his coat, the visor from his cap, which was turned inside out, mid a copy of the proceedings of the Court placarded on his back. He was then marched out of camp, a squad of soldiers with fixed bayonets behind him, to the tune ot 'The Rogue's ??birch." I