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TS THE LAND "WHERE "WE "WERE "DBEABtU^'JJ. BY DAS LUCAS, OF JEFTXRSOS CO., VA. Pair were our visions 1 Oh, they were as grand As ever floated out of Fancy land ; Children were we in single faith, But God-like children, whom, nor death, Nor threai, nor danger drove from Honor's path, In the land where we were dreaming. Proud were our men, as pride of birth could render; As violets, our women pure and. tender; And when they spoke, their voice did thrill Until atove the whip-poor-will, At morn the mocking bird, were mute and still, In the land where we were dreaming. And we had graves that covered more of glory . Than ever taxed tradition's ancient story; And in our dream we wove the thread Of principles for which had bled And suffered long our own immortal dead, In the land where we were dreaming. Though in our land we had both bond and free, - Both were content, and. so God let them be; 'Till envy coveted our land And those fair fields our-valor won, ?But little recked we, for we still slept on ? In the land where we were dreaming. Our sleep grew troubled and oar dream grew wild; Red meteors flashed across our Heaven's field ; Crimson the moon; between the Twins Barbed arrows fly, and then begins Such strife, as when disorder's chaos reigns In the land where we were dreaming. Down from her sunlit heights smiled Liberty And waved her cap in sign of Victory? The world approved, and everywhere Except where, growled the Russian bear. The good, the brave, the just gave us their prayer In the land where.we were dreaming. We fancied that a Government was ours? We challenged place among the world's great powers ; We talked in sleep of Rank, Commission, Until so life-like grew our vision, That he who dared to doubt, but met derision In the land were were dreaming. We looked on high; a banner there was seen, Whose field was blanched and spotless in iU sheen; Chivalry's 3ross its Union bears, And vet'rans swearing by the soars Vowed they would bear it through a hundred wars In the land where we were dreaming. - A hero came among3t ns as we slept; At first he lowly knelt?then rose and wept; Then gathering up * thousand spears He swept across tho field of Mars; Thee bowed farewell and walked beyond the stars, In the land where we were dreaming. We looked again: another figure still Gave hope, and nerved each individual will? ,Poll of grandeur, clothed with power, Self-poised, erect, he ruled the hour With stern majestio sway?of strength a tower In the land were we were dreaming. As while great Jove, in bronze, a warder God, Gazed eastward from the Forum Where he stood, Borne felt herself secure and free, So, "Richmond's safe," we said, while we Beheld a bronzed Hero?God-like Lee, In tho land where wo were dreaming. As wakes the soldier when the alarum calls? as wakes the mother when her infant calls? As starts the traveller when around His sleeping couch the fire-bells sound? So woke our nation with a single bound Da the land where we were dreaming. Wo I wo is me 1 the startled mother cried?. While wo have slept our noble sons have died! Wo! wo is me! how strange and sad, That all our glorious vision fled And left us nothing real but the dead, In the land where wo were dreaming. And are they really dead, our martyred sla'n ; No ! dreamers ! morn shall bid them rise again From every vale?from every height On which they seemed to die for right? Their goUant spirits shall renew the fight In the land where we were dreaming. -?o TEE DEVIL AND THE LAWYERS. The devil came up to the earth one day, And into the Court House he wended his way, Just as an attorney, with very grave face, Was proceeding to argue the points of a cose. Now, a lawyer his majesty never hod seen, For to his dominions none ever had been, And he felt very curious the reason to know, Why none had been sent to tho regions below. 'Twos the fault of his agents, his majesty thought, Wby none of these lawyers had ever been caught, And for his own pleasure, had a desire, To come to the earth, and the reason inquire. Well, the lawyer rose with a visage so grave, Made out his opponent a consummate knave; And the devil was really greatly amused, To hear the attorney so greatly abused. As soon as the speaker had come to a close, The counsel opposing then fiercely arose, And heaped such abuse on the head of the first, And made him a villain, of all men the worst. Thus they quarreled, contended and argued so long N'Tw03 hard to determine the one that was wrong, And concluding he'd heard quite enough of the "fuss," Old Nick turned away, and soliloquized thus: "If aU they have said of each other be true, The Devil bos surely been robbed of his due; I'm satisfied now, 'tis all very weU, For these lawyers would turn the morals of hell. "They have puzzled the Court with their villain? ous cavil, And I'm free to confess,, they have puzzled the Devil; My agents ore right to let lawyers alone; If I had them, they'd swindle me out of my throne." ? Whatever faults Voitaire may have had, he certainly, showed himself a man of sense when he said, "The more married men. you. havej the lewer crimes there will be-.. Marriage renders a man more virtu? os and more wise." ?=-*-:? ? ? A lady's- dressing table is- j. ->s a toilet because it is there most of heflotr^^enerally performed. Severe Criticism. The following article, says the Charles? ton News, from the pen of Ex-Governor Allen, of Louisiana, and now oditor of the Mexican Times, is clipped from that paper of the 6th of January. It is a composition worthy of the immortal Ju nius. In its power, in its force of bitter? ness and sentiment, it is an unequalled piece of writing. Of the personality of the article we have nothing to say, but submit it to our readers as a specimen of most extraordinary composition : The civil war in America is ended, and the "banner of the bars" that waved over Jackson and gleamed upon the track of Stuart's reckless riders has been put away as men hide the trinkets of a dear, dead love. * Although the blood of Virginia's best Jand bravest is not yet dry in the valleys, nor has the grass grown over the prema? ture graves of the manly Confederates who fell before Petersburg, yot Mr. E. A. Pollard, a pretty writer and talented edi tor,in alongnewspaperarticlo, denounces ex-President Davis, Generals Lee, John? ston* and Beauregard, and says "the Southern people disgraced themselves for? ever when they refused to fight to exter? mination ? that they lack courage and endurance?Statesmanship and intelli? gence." He criticises campaigns, ridi? cules strageticai movements'"Sneers^at retreats, and laughs at every heroic efTbrjr5 of the brave men who have left to history an immortal name. ^_ Who is Mr. E. A. Pollard ? He is a Virginian, the editor of the. Richmond Examiner, and the author of the "South? ern History of the War." We have grief for the first, blushes for the second, and contempt for the last. During all those years of carnage and of blood, this Richmond Examiner was an insatiate fiend of opposition and ha? tred. Step by step it broke down the brave, fond heart of Sidney Johnston ; again and again it lacerated and gored the sensitive soul of Beauregard; week after week it denounced the heroic efforts of Joseph E. Johnston; and now, when Jefferson Davis is chained amid the waves of his rock-ribbed prison, it tries to stab his reputation and his honor. It is not cften that men like Pollard and Jordan can gloat over the agony of such a spirit and the degradation of such ? name. It is not often that such a bo? som as Lee's is laid bare for the thrust of every ruffian's spear, or the dagger of every coward's hand. It is not often that a desolated nation writhes under the blows of . its children and the cruelties of its own offspring. It is not often that tho world furnishes human hyenas to ex? hume the bodies of her sainted dead, and howl in horrid delight over tho revolting feast. Pollard wanted extermination, but ho was in New York city, hob-nobbing with Greeley, and telling the pleasant story in his pleasant way of the four years' war. He wanted fifty thousand men to fight a million to. the death, but he never fell in beside them and proffered to share a com? mon fate. Like Job's war-horse, he snuffed the battle from afar! Shoddy is cheap, and humbug is cheap, and Henry Ward Beocher's patent sermons are cheap; and sincerity, faith, honor, chiv? alry, manhood! how pure and unpopular. Pollard's mother State lies prostrate in the dust, her hearth-stones desolate and her idol shattered. All over the land he can see her bereaved daughters weeping for tho young, fresh faces that looked back to them from tho heat and yellow dust of the conflict just before the horses' feet trod them down. Ho can almost hear the breezes from the Wilderness singing their melancholly dirges over Stuart and Ashby, and Pelham, ar ? Hill, and Jackson, dear to God. He has no love, nor veneration, nor tenderness, nor pity for any of these; but tearing open the graves of the immortalized dead, he blends them with the living in one sacro iigious anathema of contemptuous hatred. Drape tho picture of a nation in its ag? ony, and cover its laurels with the mourn? ing cypress. Furl the conquered banker with a farewell look, and shrine its mem? ory in our heart of hearts; but to the brutal hardihood of those who curse and villify a ruined race, give vengeance, scorn, and a never-dying contempt. History tells how Coriolanus halted his victorious legions beyond the Yellow Ti? ber, out that Nero fiddled a goodly tune while Rome was burning. Amid the graves of his kindred, the -anguish and despair of brave men in their crushing overthrow, amid the blue skies and green fields of his nativity, E. A. Pollard dips his pen in the gall of the New England hate and" writes the record of his own everlasting infamy and disgrace. -o ? Women require more sleep than men, and farmers less than those engaged in any other occupation. Editors, report? ers, printers and telegraph operators re? quire no sleep at all. Lawyers can sleep as much as they choose, as the}- will thus be kept out of mischief. Clergymen are allowed to sleep twenty-four hours, and to put their parishes to Bleep once a week. -;-O ? A certain military politician declares that his back is turned upon tho North forever. Well, he is true to his principles aud consistent, for that part of his body was turned in that direction during sev? eral engagements in the late war. A Thrilling Incident. A contributer to the Atlanta Intelli? gencer concludes his "Reminiscences of tho War, No. 2," with the following incident of the battle of Gettysburg: When Gen. LongBtreet advanced upon the Federal left its first line was carried, but the enemy being heavily Teirjforced, rallied, and in turn drove our portion of the line (Anderson's Brigade} from the position, as well as other brigades on our right and left. Again we charged and were driven back. This was a critical moment for us; nearly, all of our general officers were killed or wounded. Our heavy line had crumbled to mere hand? ful, and the flower of Longstreet's corps lay weltering in blood. We were slowly retreating, leaving many of the dead and wounded in the hands of the exulting foe. The hosts of the enemy came on like the mighty tides of the ocean, and the loud peals of victory were already rising from their haughty lips. The blue hills in their rear were bristling with their bayonets and? pouring torrents of reinforcements down their winding slope. Now, when we should have been rein? forced with 30,000 troops, Gen. Lee had not a man to send us. Officers broke their swords on the rocks, and many of the men wept. Our dead and wounded comrades lay around us by thousands, and it seemed as if there was no hand to ^ave the shattered remnant from destruc? tion. But aid did not come?a man?a solitary man throw himself beforo tho juggernaut of Federal power, and alone and unaided, sought to stay its ownward progress. I remember, as if were but yesterday, the Zouave cap and iron grey beard of the straDger. None knew him, but all idolized him for his bravery. He moved through the awful storm with a steady step and his uplifted sword seemed to say to the advancing foe, "thus far shalt thou go and no farther." He said nothing, but his god-like example made a hero of every man who saw him. Sol? diers looked in the face of their comrade and the question came simultaneously to their blackened lips: " who is he ?" "who is he ? " echoed right and left, far up and down the line. Tho enemy came on like a tornado, and the proud horo stood en? veloped in the smoke of their muskets, like a lion at bay. Men forgot to reload their pieces or concoal themselves behind ?the rocks, but stood stupified with won? der. " Who is he? " men groaned?" who is he?" officers repeated, until the cry became strangely wild and fearful.?. "General Lee!" some one shouted, and the word ran along tho line liko an elee?i trie flash. " General Lee, forever!" rajH above the battle's roar, and as one mawi our gallant soldiers rushed liko a thunder? bolt upon the astonished foe. "Follow General Lee !" cried our wounded com? rades, as they lay upon tho trampled earth and tossed up their bloody caps.? No body of men on tho broad green earth could have withstood the terrible impetu? osity of this onset. The Federal troops, though they fought desperately, were compelled to give back, and at last to re? treat in confusion to their heights, leaving their dead and wounded in our hands. But where was tho stranger? Alas! "The paths of glory lead but to the grave." The war is over now, and the bravo men whom wc mot that day as deadly enemies, wc now meet as friends. We would not detract one ray from the crown of military glory that adorns each of their heroes, but would do justice to our lamented dead; and if, by this imper foct sketch, I can add one flower to tho chaplct of a fallen heroe's fame, I shall feel myself amply revvarded. And that hero?" who is ho!" The answer comes up from the graves of Gettysburg?Gen. Paul J. Sommes. -o Spoken Like a Hero.?A literary gen? tleman, who is engaged in writing a book on some events in the war, in which Mos by was concerned, has rccontlj' had some correspondence with that noted person? age, and a short time ?go inquired of him if it would be safe for "a Black Republi? can?one dyed in the wool"?so he de? scribed himself?to make at the present time a horseback journey through Vir? ginia. In reply, that famous rough-rider writes the gentleman as lollows: "If you have any desire to visit the historic scenes of Virginia, I hope you will not be deterred by any apprehension for your personal safety. You will be just as safe from molestation here as in the streets of Boston. Should you determine to visit Northern Virginia, I would be glad to see you at my home; and I can at least promise that you will not find mo the monstrum liorrendum of tho Northern imagination. By-the-by, one of the reg? iments most frequently encountered was from about Boston?the 2? Massachusetts, Col. Lowell. I once met a detachment of it under command of Major Forbes, of Boston; and although our encounter resulted in his overthrow, he bore himself with conspicuous gallantry, and I saw him wound one of my best men with his sabre. I also had an interview with a Captain Barton, of Massachusetts, who served on Gen. Eustace's staff, and inter? ested myself to procure his exchange. In the event of your visiting^ Virginia, I shall be most happy to extend to you any facility in my power for seeing places of interest, &c." -??:-*-?;? *' ? Woman's influence is powerful, ospe ? cially when she wants anything. Our Fighting Editor. Tho "John Bull" newspaper, a high weekly, edited by Theodore Hook, fre? quently indulged in offensive personali? ties, in remarking on the conduct and character of public men. A military hero, who would persist in placing himself con? spicuously before the world's gaze, re? ceived a copious share of what he consid? ered malignant and libellous abuse, in the columns of tb: said " Bull." His soldier's spirit resolved on revenge. An officer and a gentleman could not demean him? self by calling on a hireling scribbler for honorable satisfaction! No; he would horsewhip the miscreant in his own den ?the Bull should be taken by the horns ! Donning his uniform, and arming himself with a huge whip, he called at the office of the paper, arid, scarcely concealing his agitation, inquired for the editor. He was invited by the clerk to take a.seat in the inner room; he complied, and was kept hi waiting, while the clerk, who re? cognized the visitor, ran up stairs and in? formed the editorial responsibilities of his of his name and evident purport. .-^yMter an aggravating delay, which servdp con? siderably to increase the ill-temper of the officer, the door opened, and a coarse, rough-looking man, over six feet in height, with a proportionate breadth of shoulder, and armed with a bludgeon, entered the room. Walking up to the surprised and angry visitor, he said, in a voice of thun? der, " Are you the chap as want3 to see me?" " You ? No. I wish to see the editor of the paper." " That's me ? I am the werry man." " There must be somo mistake." " Not a morsel! I'm the head-hitter of this Bull," said the fellow, bringing the nobbed end of his bludgeon within fearful proclivity to the officer's caput. " "You the editor? impossible." " Do you mean to say as I'm telling a lie ? " roared the ruffian, as he again raised his " knotty argument." " Certainly not?by no means !" said the officer, rapidly-cooling down; and dropping the horsewhip and his wrath at the same time. "Werry well, then! what are you want? ing wi' mo ? " "A mistake, my dear sir? All a mis? take. I expected to meet another person. I'll call some other time," and the valiant complainant backed towards the door, bowing politely to the brawn before him. " And don't let mo ketch you coming again without knowing what you want and who you want. We're always ready Jttro for all sorts of customers; army or By, civil or military?horse, foot and B^joons." The officer retired, resolved to undergo another goring by the " Bull' beforo he again ventured to encounter the Hercu? lean proportions of tho fighting editor. When the clerk informed the occupants of the editorial sanctum of the irate Colo? nel, neither Hook nor his publisher cared to face the horsewhip. A well known pugilist, thc.lundlord of a tavern in the vicinit}', was instantly sent for; a slight preparation fitted him for the part in which he acquitted himself with complete success. Tho story rapidly circulated, and the reputation of tho editor of the Bull prevented further remonstrances from persons who fancied themselves ag? grieved by tho liberty of the press. Want's a Wife. The following advertisement recently appeared in a St. Louis paper: Wanted.?I have lived solitary long enough. I want some ono to talk at, quarrel with?then kiss and mako up again. Therefore I am ready to receive communications from young ladies and blooming widows of more than average respectability, tolorablo tame in disposi? tion, and hair of any color. As noarly as I judge of myself, lam not over eighty nor under twenty-five years of ago. I am five feet eight, or eight feet five, I forget which. Weigh 135, 315 or 631 pounds, one of the three; I recollect each figure perfecly well, but as to their true position I am somewhat puzzled. Have a whole suit of hair dyed by nature and free from dandruff. Eyes buttermilk brindle, tinged with pea green. Nose blunt, according to the Ionic order of architecture, with a touch of the compo? site and a mouth between a catfish's and an alligator's?made especially for orato? ry and the reception of large oysters.? Earspalmated, long and elegantly shaped. My hair is a combination of dog's hah, moss and briar brush?well behaved, fear? fully luxuriant. I am sound in limb and on the negro question. Wear boots No. 9. when corns are troublesome, and can write poetry by the mile, with double rhyme on both edges?to rend backwards, fowards, cross? wise or diagonally. Can play the Jew's harp or bass drum and whistle Yankee Doodle in Spanish. Am very correct in my morals, and first-rate at ten-pins; have a great regard for the Sabbath 'and never drink unless invited. Am adomestic animal, am perfecly docile when towels are clean and shirt buttons all right. If I posses a pre-eminating virtue it is of forgiving every enemy whom I deem it hazadous to handle. 1 say my prayers every night, musquitoes permit? ting; as to whether I snore in my sleep I want somebody to tell. Money is no object, as I never troubled with it, and never expect to be. I should like somo lady who is perfectly able to support a ! hurband, or if she could introduce me to a family where religious "example would be considered sufficient compensation for board, it would do jnst as well. -?.- i ? A Northern Adventurer in Dixie. Two fair and bhxom maidenB, says the Mobile Advertiser, who have parsed the rubicon of their teenB, managed to accu? mulate a handsome little sum by hard and honest toil in the city of Augusta, and embarked in business in one of the corner store's of that thriving burgh. They were quite successful, and ?ade sufficient money to invest in fifteen bales of cotton. While they were thus progressing in fche road to wealth and happiness, a dashing young man?one of the numerous pie possing adventurers from the North? happened along one day, and tho eldest sister was infatuated with him. Her af fection was reciprocated by the nice young man, and after a brief period of love making, peculiar to most marriages, they resolved to unite their fortunes, and the wedding took place on the" 1st of Feb? ruary. The happy young wife was induced by tho bright promises of her sweet William to turn the store and cotton into money and take a wedding tour, after which they were to start in business on a larger scale. She fully confided in him and sold out. The husband got possession of the money, and left with his wife and her sis? ter for Mobile. On the way to this place he made tho wedding tour merry by pay? ing out liko a prince and living like a lord. They arrived here in the early part of'last week, and it seemB that the "fond young husband" had* whittled the capital down to the paltry sum of $280. The wifo was filled with grave suspicions, but said nothing. On Thursday William borrowed her watch and jewelry, on some slight pretext, when the terrible truth of his design flashed upon her. She, how? ever, kept her own counsel, resolving to keep a close watch on him. Sure enough, sho discovered that he had taken out the trunks, ,and all she had in the world. No time was lost in procuring tho services of two of our sharp? est detectives. They traced the abscond? ing husband to the mail boat, and from that he had lost passage and went, to the Battle Houso with the trunks. The wife was sent to him, and quietly asked why he had changed their boarding house without saying a word to her about it. This put the husband off his guard, and sho induced him to go down street with her to look at a store which she wasinform ed could be rented very cheap. He ac? companied his injured wife, and she led him to tho station house, where he was furnished with the room to which she had alluded. His name is William Moler. but we refrain from giving tho maiden name of the young lady so villainously duped by tho heartless wretch. He is now under bond of ?2,500, andj^fflfce-r vile. Some efforts have be^nniaue t?' get him released, but thus far they have proved unavailing. The young wife and her sister are now in our city, and in ] os session of only #280 of the handsome sum placed in the hands of this nice young man. -?-* Turner Ashby. The New York World of the 16th ult.; contains a graphic and interesting sketch of '-General Ashby?tho Partisan," by "J. E. C." which all will at once recognize as the initials of that vigorous and charm? ing writer, John Esten Cooko, Esq., of Virginia. His description of General Ash by's appearance is as follows : "What tho men of Jackson saw at the head of the Cavalry from March to Jdne, 1862, was a man rather below tho mid? dle height, with an active and vigorous frame, clad in plain Confederate gray. His brown felt hat. was decorated with a black feather; his uniform was almost without decorations; his cavalry boots, dusty or splashed with mud, came to the knee; and around his waist he wore a sash and a plain leather belt, holding pis tol and sabre. The face of this man of thirty or a little more, was noticeable. His complexion was as dark as that of an Arab; his eyes, of a deep rich brown, sparkled under well formed brows ; and two-thirds *?f his face was covered by a huge black beard and moustache, the lat? ter curling at the ends, the former reach? ing his breast. There was thus in the face of the cavalier something Moorish, and brigandish; but all idea* of a melo? dramatic personage disappeared, as you pressed his hand, looking into his eyes, which would dash superbly in battle, were the softest and most friendly imaginable; the voice, which would thrill his men as it rang like a clarion in the charge, was the perfection of mild courtesy. He was as simple and "friendly" as a child, in all his words, movements, and the carriage of his person. You could see from his j dress, his firm tread, his open and frank glance, that he was a thorough soldier? indeed he always "loaked like work"? but under the soldier, as plainly was the gentleman. Such in his plain costume, with his simple manner andretiring mod? esty, was Ashby, whose name and fame, a brave comrade has truly said, will en? dure as long as the mountains and valleys which he defended. Apart from what he performed, he was ? a personage to whom attached and ? still attaches a never djing interest. His career was all romance?it was as brief, splendid and effervescent as a dream, bat after all, 'twas tho man, Turner Ashby, who was the real attraction. It was the man whom the people of the Shenandoah Valley admired so passionately, rather than his glorious record. There was something grander**than the wonderful achievements of this soldier, and that was the soldier himself." ? -:-: Sayings of Jos# Billings.?I have fi? nally cum to the konklushion that thare aint trooth enuff in the world jest now to do the bizness with, and if sum kind ov komprorajze kan't be had, the Devil might az well step in and ran the consarn at onst. I always advise short sermons, espeshi ly on a hot Sunday, k If a minister kan't strike ile in boreing *0 minutes, he has either got a poor "^gimblet, or else he iz a boreing in the rong plase. Philosophers are like graveyards they take all things just az they cum, and give them a decent burial and a suitable epi taff. Theregiz men ov so mutch laming and impidence that tba wouldn't hesitate to critisize the song ov a bird. Hogs hav an excellent ear for musick ?but it takes a dorg to pitch the tune. Thare iz sum folks whose thoughts cant be controled?-tha are like twins, tha kant be had, nor tha kant be stopped. Don tell the world yure sorrows, enny more than you would tell them yure shame. Most ennybody kan write poor sense, but thare ain't but few who kan write good nonsense?and it almos takes an eddykated man tew appreciate it atter it is writ. -? ? The Wife.?It needs no guilt to break a husband's heart; the absence of content, the mutterings of spleen, the untidy dress,, cheerless home, forbidding scowl without a crime among them, have harrowed to the quick the heart's cere of many a man, and planted there, beyond the reach of cure, the germ of dark despair. Oh '..may woman, before the sight arrives, dwell on the recollections of her youth, and cheer ish the* dear idea of that tuneful time, 3 waken and keep alive the promise she so kindly gave. And though she may he the injured one;? the forgotten, not the forgetting wife; a happy allusion to the hour of peaceful love, a kindly welcome to a comfortable home, a smile of love to Anish hostile words, a kiss of peace to pardon all the past; and the hardest heart that ever locked itself within ihe breast of selfish man., will soften to her charms, and bid her live as she had lived, her years of inatehle'.. blisaj loved, loving an4 <-ontent. tho source of comfort and the spring of joy.?Chamber's Journal. ? We all have two educations?one of which we receive from others; another, and the most valuably, which we give our? selves. ? A celebrated character, who wjs surrounded by enemies, used to remark : " They arc sparks which, if you do not blow, will go out themselves." THE~ ; r: NEW YORK NEWS. DAILY, SEMI-WEEKLY AMD V/TOTTY. 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