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Fontenoy-17*5. Thrice, at the huts of Fontenoy, the Eng- j Usu column failed, . And twice the lines of Samt Antouio, the Dutch in vain assailed; For town and slope were filled with fort and flanking battery, ? And well they swept tho English ranks and Dutch auxiliary, _ \a vainly, through DeBarn'a wood, tho British soldiers burst, The French artillery drove them back, ? diminished and dispersed. The bloody Duko of Cumberland beheld with anxious eye, And ordered up his last reserve, his latest chance to try; . On Fontenoy! on Fontenoy! how fast his generals ride! And mustering come bis chosen troops, like clouds at eventide. Six thousand English veterans in stately column tread; Their cannon blaze in front and flank Lord Hay is at their head: Steady they step a-down the slope-steady they climb the hill; Steady they load-steady they' fire, moving right onward still. Betwixt the wood ana Fontenoy, as thro' a furnace blast, Through rampart, trench and pallisade, and bullets showering fast: And on the open plain above, they rose and kept their course. With ready fire and grim resolve, that mocked, at hostile force; Past Fontenoy, past Fontenoy, while thin? ner grew their ranks They break, as broke the Znyder-Zee thro' Holland's ocean banks. ' More idly than the summer flies, French tir all eur s rush round: As stubble to'the lava tide, French squad? rons 'strew the ground; Bomb-shells and grape, and round-shot tore; still on they marched and fired Fast from each volley; grenadier and vol tiguer retired. "Push on, my household cavalry!" King Lome n. j.dly ?ried; To death they rush, but rude their shock not unavenged they died. On through the camp tho column trod King Louis turns his rein. "Not yet, my liege," Saxe interposed, "the Irish.troops remain:" And Fontenoy, famed Fontenoy, had been at Waterloo, Were not these exiles ready, then, fresh, vehement and trae. "Lord Claro," he says, "yon have your wish-there are your Saxon foes!" The Marshal almost smiles to see, so fu? riously he goes! How fierce the look these exiles wear, who're wont to be BO gay! The treasured wrongs of fifty years are in their hearts to-day The treaty broken, ere tho ink wherewith 'twas wrote could dry, Their plunder'd homes, tneirruin'd shrines, their women's parting cry, Their priesthood hunted down like wolves, the country overthrown Each looks, as if revenge for all were ' staked on him alone, On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, ner over yet elsewhere, Bushed on to fight a nobler band than these proud exiles were. O'Brien's voice is hoarse with joy, as, halt? ing, ho commands, "Fix bayhiets"-"charge!"-like mountain storm rush on those fiery banda! This is the English column ?ow, and faint their volleys grow, Yet, mustfring all the strength they have, they make a gallant show; They dress their ranks upon the hill to face that battle-wind Their bayonets the breakers' foam; like rocks, tho men behind! One volley .crashes from their fine, when, through the surging smoke, With empty guns clutched in their hands, the headlong Irish broke. On Fontenoy! on Fontenoyl hark to that .fierce huzza! "Revengel remember Limerickl" flash down tho Sass&nach! Liko hons leaping at a fold, when mad with hunger's pang. Right up against the English Une tho Trish exiles sprang! j Bright was their steel-'tis bloody now their guns are filled with gore; Through shattered ranks and severed files and trampled flags they tore; The English strove with desperate strength -paused, rallied, staggered, fled The green hill-side is matted close with dying and with dead. Patronize Publi: (A Home Across the plain, and far away, passed on that hideous wrack, While cavalier and fantassin dash in upon their trackr On Fontenoy! on Fontenoy! like eagles in the sun, With bloody plumes, the exiles stand -the field is fought and won! Horace Greeley's Kid? to Placerville. When Horace Greeley was in Cali? fornia, ovations awaited him at every town. He had "written powerful lead? ers in the Tribune in favor of the Pacific Railroad, which had greatly endeared bini to the citizens of the Golden State, and therefore they made much of him when he went to see them. At one town, the enthusiastic popu? lace tore Iiis celebrated white coat to pieces, and carried the pieces home to remember him by. The citizens of Placerville prepared to fete the great journalist, and an extra coach, with extra relay of horses, was chartered of the California Stage Company, to carry him from Folsom to Placerviiie-distance, forty miles. The extra was in some way delayed, and did not leave Folsom until late in the afternoon. Mr. Greeley was to be feted at 7 o'clock that evening by the citizens of Placerville, and it was . altogether necessary that he should be there by that hour. So the stage company said to Henry Monk, the driver of the extra, "Henry, this great man must be there by 7 to? night." And Henry answered, "The great man shall be there." The roads were in an awful state, and during the first few miles out of Folsom slow progress was made. "Sir," said Mr. Greeley, "are you aware that I must be at Placerville at 7 o'clock to-night?" "I've got my orders!" laconically replied Henry Monk. Still the coach dragged slowly for? ward. "Sir," said Mr. Greeley, "this is not a trifling matter. I must be there at 7!" Again came the answer, "I've got my orders." But the speed was not increased, and Mr. Greeley chafed away another half hour, when, as he was again about to remonstrate with the driver, the horses started into a furious run, and all sorts of encouraging yells filled the air from the throat of Henry Monk. "That is right, my good fellow!" cried Mr. Greeley. "I'll give you $10 when we get io Placerville. Now we are going!" They were, indeed, and at a terri? ble speed. Crack! crack! went the whip, and again that voice split the air-'Git up! hi! yi! g'long! yip! yip!" And on they tore over stones and ruts, up hill and down, at a rate of speed never before achieved by stage horses. Mr. Greeley, who had been bounc? ing from one end of the coach to the other like an India-rubber ball, ma? naged to get Ms head out of the window, when he said: "Do-n't-on'fc-on't you-u-u think we-e-e shall get there by 7 if we do-on't-on't go so fast?" "I've got my orders!" That was all Henry Monk said; and on tore the coach. It was becoming serious. Already the journalist was extremely sore from the terrible jolting, and again his head "might have been seen" at the window. "Sir," he said, "I don't care-air if we don't get there at 7!" "I've got my orders!" Fresh horses. Forward again, faster than before. Over rocks and stumps, Home Pn Companion,) issued every W on one of which the coaoh narrowly escaped turning a somersault. "See here!" shrieked JSr. Greeley^ "I don't care if we don't gefc there ?ti * all!" "I've got my orders! I work for the Calif o ruy Stage Company, I do. That's what I work for. They said, 'Git this man through by seving,' an' this man's going through. YOB bet! Gerlong! "Whooepl" Another frightful jolt, and Mr. Greeley's bald head suddenly found its way through the roof of the coach, amidst the crash of small timbers and the ripping of strong canvass. "Stop, you maniac!" he roared. Again answered Henry Monk, "I've got my orders! Keep y oar seat, Ho? race!" At Mud Springs, a village a few miles from Placerville, they met a, large delegation of the citizens of Placerville, who had come out to meet the e^ebrated editor, and escort him to town. There was a military company, a brass band, and, a six horse wagon load of beautiful girls in milk white dresses, representing all the States in the Union. It waa nearly dark now, bat the delegation was amply provided with torches, and bonfires blazed all along the road to Placerville. The citizens met the coach in the outskirts of Mud Springs, and Mr. Monk reined in his foam-covered steeds. "Is Mr. Greeley on board?" asked the chairman of the committee. "He was a few miles back!" said Mr. Monk. "Yes," he added, after looking down through the hole which the fearful jolting and the head of Mr. G. had made in the coach roof; "Yes, I can see him. He is there." "Mr. Greeley," said the chairman of the committee, presenting himself at the window of the coach, "Mrr Greeley, we have come most cor? dially to welcome you, sir-why, God bless me, sir, you are bleeding at the nose!" "I've got my orders!" cried Mr. Monk. "My orders is as foilers: 'Git him there by seving.' It wants a quarter of seving. Stand out the way !" "But, sir!" exclaimed the commit? tee man, seizing the off leader by the reins, "Mr. Monk, we are come to escort him into town. Look at the procession, sir, and the brass band, and the people, and tho young wo? men, sir!" "I've got my orders!" screamed Mr. Monk. "My orders don't say nothin' 'bout no brass bands and young women. My orders says, 'Git him there by seving.' Let go the lines. Clear the way thar. Whoo [ep! Keep your seat, Horace." And j the coach dashed wildly through the procession, upsetting a portion of the brass band and violentlylgrazing the ?wagon which contained the beautiful young women in white. Years hence, gray-haired, men, who were little boys in this procession, will tell their grand-children how foin I stage tore through Mud Springs, and I how Horace Greeley's bald head ever | and anon showed itself like a wild j apparation above the coach roof. MT. Monk was in time. There is a tradition that Mr. Greeley was very indignant for awhile; then he laughed, and finally presented Mr. Monk with a bran new suit of clothes. Mr. Monk himself is still in the j j employ of the California Stage Com? pany, and is rather fond of relating a I story that has made bim famous all over the Pacific coast, but he yields to no man in his admiration for Horace i Greeley. [Artemus W'trd's New Volume. Junctions ! nd the ednesday. SENO FOR SPECIMEN COPIES. 9 ff i n '.y fi fl & ,?5?Ox] irv. ...! Desirous of accommodating tho great rending public, the undersigned, (in connection with, his Daily and Tri-Weekly publications,) has decided to commence a Weekly Family Newspaper. The first or specimen number of which will appear on WEDNESDAY, February 14. It will contain a vast amount of miscellaneous matter-Tales, Sketches, Poetry, Agricultural information, etc.; and it is the intention of the proprietor to make his Weekly a READABLE PAPER. There will be an interval of two weeks between the publication of the first and second numbers, so that one and all can have an opportunity, of examining a specimen, and if favorably impressed, subscribing for the paper from its commencement. THE DAILY PHONIX, Issued every morning, except Monday, is filled with the very LATEST NEWS, Editorial, Correspondence, Miscellany, Poetry, Stories, etc. It is the only daily paper in the State, outside of Charleston, has been published nearly a year, and given general satisfaction. The Phceriix has recently been greatly enlarged, and in the quantity and quality of its reading matter will compare favorably with any paper in South Carolina. ADVERTISEMENTS inserted at reasonable rates. THE TRI-WEEKLY PHONIX, For country circulation, is published every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and has all the reading matter of interest contained in the daily issues of the week. S&^As the Greenville Railroad is now carrying the mail through in one day, subscribers can obtain their papers on the day bf publication. The Weekly Gleaner-A Home Companion. As its uame indicates, is intended as a Family Journal. It will contain eight pages, of FORTY-EIGHT COLUMNS. The cream of the News, Editorial, Miscellany, Tales, Poetry, etc., of the Daily and Tri-Weekly will be found in the Weekly. TEEMS, ?HVAH?ABLY m AGVAHCH. Daily, one year. .$10 00 I Tri-Weekly, one year. .$7 00 I Weekly, one year. .$4 00 " one month, 1 00 j " six months, 3 50 | " six months, 2 00 JOB WORK 9 Of every kind, such as Pamphlets. Circulars, Hand-bills, Cards, kc, attended to promptly, at low prices. JULIAN A. SELBY, Proprietor. Columbia, S. C.. February 2. 1866.