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Wo return on. sincere thanks to “ Reni simw for the following’ beautiful poem. It has the true poetic ring. There must be many other unwritten poems in the heart which gave us this; and we hope that we shall continue to be favored with the songs of the muse which so sweetly and so sadly chants the following: [For the Banner of the South,] That and This. BY BKMSHAW. “To be weak u miserable.” Tell us who is it comes ’Mid the rolling of drums Aud the sob of the silvery horn ; Where the lightnings are lent To a funeral show ; And the shadows are blent With a gorgeous woe, Like the morning when tempest dawns. ’Tis he whose tyrant doom was wrought Before the end the aim had brought, Or deeds had followed on the thought ; Who warred upon women with insult dire, With famine and plilage, with sword and fire, And struck through the child at the heart of the sire ; Whose monument stands in the blacken’d wall, Where the world flits through the shattered hall, And the sapling grows where the dancers trod ; And the squadrons have escaped in the temples of God In sable all the streets are hung, And far the mourning banners flung. And loud the wailing chaunts are sung, Backward the church-bells ring ; With laurel wreathed upon his breast, lie goeth to his final rest, Beep in the bosom of the "West, By Might and Rapine crowned King Say, who now doth come, Through a city dumb, W here grief is a thing forbid, To a laud undone, For her honored son, '(f And hopes that the gray j Who comes so lowly Sadly and slowly, * Midst womanly weeeping. And men who are keeping The record of wrong, And have grown to be strong In soul, with the bitterness known so long— With the bitterness born of a sacrifice vain, like the thunder-bolts nurst iu the heart of the rain, And whose vengeance is vowed on the altars of l’ain V No martial pomp, or trumpets’ blaze, Ur sob of silvery horns, is there, Where our hero comes ; No charger led Follows his corse, Nor measured tread Os armed force, Nor sabre clanking on the steal, Along the line of the plumed horse, Doth there reveal The people’s loss ; The rolling of drums Is silent, and silent the volleying roar That rang in his ears while his soldiery bore The enemy back with the fury of fire, And leapt on their track like the following Are. No banuer drapes the cofiin bare, In high cathedral chancel where The dead repose ; No requiem sung. Nor censer swung, Along the lofty columned aisle, The while Full robed priests the tapers bear Before his head, His deeds unsaid, His life-blood shod In vain—his people captive led, Silently to liis narrow bod Our hero goes. Another Ritualistic Order. —Wo some time ago informed our readers, says the Philadelphia Standard, that the Ritualists had, in imitation of Catholic orders, organized an association known as the (>rder of St. Benedict. They have now another order—the Society of St. Osmond. It is thus described by the Church News: “This Society consists of communicants ot the English Church, and lias been established with the following objects: 1. The Adoration of our Blessed Lord, present in the most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. 2. The relief of the poor, ar.d other acts of mercy. 3. The exten sion and diffusion of Catholic principles, and the restoration in its fulness of the ancient Ritual of the English Church. I. iiie mutual encouragement of the members in Christian faith and duty. In promotion of these objects, night schools and various other works arc about to be commenced in a poor district in the northeast of London (Bt. Chad’s, Hagger stone \ with the permission ar.d under the direction of the parish Pwest. An association ot ladies has also been formed to make vestments for the altar and energy at cost of materials (when the ImrJs permit, at less) for poor churches. - • — —— Ten years ago, a little boy, twelve years old, sold newspapers, nuts, candies, &c , as train boy, on a railroad train run ning out of New York city. A few days ago he purchased for his mother aud sister a fine suburban residence on the Hudson fiver, for which he paid £3o,Out). i he Philadelphia Artists’ Fund Society nl shortly open an exhibition of water coiors at their galleries. [For the Banner of the South.] One Hour with Thee ! Yes! one hour with thee has glided Far beyond my power to stay, But its memory still shall sweeten All other hours of the day ! One hour with the«, whose spirit meekly Bows unto the hand of Fate— Whose timid feet are humbly waiting At the slowly opening gate! On thy face wa see the shadow Cast by death’s outspreading wings; On thy brow we feel the dampness Which its breath too surely brings. One hour with thee, whose hours are numbered! Who soon shall heed not Time’s decay— But in that hour a charm I gathered, Which still around niv heart shall stay! One hour with thee! such hours arc precious, Though o’er them all a gloom is cast ; While lovingly we grasp each moment, Wo tremble lest it be the last. We little thought, in days departed, Lives that seemed to part so wide Should meet again for one brief moment Ere yet they joined the eternal tide. Yet even so—across the waters Our barks have met in sight of shore ; But while thou enter’st at the harbor I go drifting as before. One hour with thee ! who soon in Heaven We trust shall count long years of bliss ; O, from those realms of light and beauty, Remember thou thy friends in this. And then, perhaps, when life is ended, Instead of one short hour with thee, Thy friend—unworthy of the blessing— sc May sj>eud a bles’t eternity! S. B. E. New Orleans, March. — * From the Georgia Telegraph. GENERAL W. H. T. WALKER AND HIS DIVISION. How many, now the survivors of that gallant band, will feel their hearts thrill at the name of Walker! Memory recalls the days of the past —the charge, the bivouac, the picket, the wild huzzah, as they vie with each other in the hot and eager pursuit of the flying foe Many will remember the past, and recall the glorious days of yore when the “conquer ed banner” floated proudly, aye, tri umphantly. Did these things really ex ist ? Are we not the victims of our own delusions? Alas! no. There was a time when we were a nation, and respected as such—at least, a dcfacto nation in our dealings with the world. With the sur render of Lee and Johnston, the star of hope set in the night of gloom, sorrow, and darkness. It is not the purpose of the writer to repine or grieve at what he receives as the decrees of fate. Ilis pur pose in presenting this brief and imper fect sketch of a command is not, by way of contrast, to repine at our present con dition ; but as the “pen is mightier than the sword,” it is the province of those who have been the actors in the great drama recently enacted, to whose memory comes those thrilling recollections and fond hopes of the saddened past—it is for them to rehearse those trying and eventful scenes, and to rescue from oblivion, through the agency of memory, those “times that tried men’s souls,” and record them upon the scroll of fame. ’Tis not the purpose of the writer to give a concise history of the late General Walker, but merely an imperfect sketch of his life and character while in command of the Divi sion to which be had the honor to belong. He feels that to all Georgians his early lile and brilliant military renown, acquired during the Florida and Mexican wars, are events that are engraved not only upon the tablets of memory, but also recorded and filed among the archives of the War Department, and also of his native State, which, as a token of her esteem and appre ciation of the lustre he had shed upon her diadem, presented him with an elegant and costly sword. Few officers in the short space of time which marked Scott’s invasion of Mexico, acquit ed promotion more rapidly, At the early stage of events, in the fall of 1860, he declared his intention; he pronounced his deter mination to resign his position in the United States army, and to tender his sword to his Georgia, the home of his birth, and the land of which he was ever proud, and in whose interests, happiness, and welfare he ever took an active and lively part. Resigning his command in the old army, he received the appoint ment of Brigadier General in the Provi sional Army of the Confederate States, and was assigned to duty at Pensacola, under Gen. Bragg. From this point he was soon transferred to the theatre of war in Virginia. He organized the splen did brigade of Louisianians, and under his leadership and command this brigade soon became one of the finest body of men in the service. The morale of this com mand was unequalled and unsurpassed. Whether President Davis did him an act ot justice in depriving him of his com mand—a command which he had organ ized, and in which lie had taken so great IBAffljfilM C!)lf a pride, and appointing a Colonel, the distinguished Lieut. Gen. Taylor to its command —is not the place of the writer to determine. Far be it from him to point one arrow of detraction at the many acts of him, who as our ‘‘fallen chief” is ever entitled to the homage and fealty of our hearts. Gen. Walker, how ever, immediately resigned his commis sion, and his loved State being threatened with invasion, again tendered her his ser vices. Gov. Brown, in an elegant and graceful style, addressed him a compli mentary letter, in which lie, as a high ap preciation of his worth, offered him the position of Brigadier General command ing one of the brigades of Georgia State troops, an offer he accepted. This brigade lie soon made a model for appear ance on drill, morale, and discipline, and many of its regiments afterwards became distinguished for their bravery. After the disbandment of the State forces, the General retired to bis own private family, where for many months he resided, recu perating from the effects of a severe spell of pneumonia he had recently undergone. His was a nature which could ill remain idle, and, laying aside his personal feel ings, ho accepted the command of a brigade, composed of the 25th, 29th, and 30th Georgia regiments, 4th Louisiana battalion, and Ist battalion Georgia sharpshooters. In the Spring of 1863" he was ordered to the Army of Mississippi, under General Johnston. With his com mand he was universally popular. The troops soon learned to love him and ap preciate his distinguished worth. Ah ! how does memory recall the “past,” sad dened though it be. Wilson, Williams, Tilton, Young, Mitchell, Lamb, Mang ham, with his courtly bow and pleasant smile, always as suave among those rough scenes as in the parlor halls—Tilton ever on the alert, the right man in the light place—Boynton, ever prepared and anxious to do his duty—Young, still and quiet, but ever prepared with his fine regiment—Mitchell, the favorite with all, “the bravest of the brave”—Wilson and Williams, respected for their bravery, in telligence and worth—McHenry, with his brave band of Louisianians, illustrating the Creole State by their valor and patriotism—Sehoup, with his fine bat talion, ever in the van on the skirmish, or where the danger was thickest, vicing with generous rivalry with the other com mands of the brigade—and “last, but not least,” Lester, the übiquitous Lester, gen erous to a fault and brave to rashness, the little Adjutant, the favorite of all, both officers and men, the pride and idol of his regiment. Soon after Gen. Walker’s arrival in Mississippi, lie received the appointment of Major General. His division endured all the dangers, toils and privations of the ever memorable campaign in Mississippi, and, after the memorable campaign of Grant had culminated in the surrender — the disgraceful surrender—of that strong hold of the West, they were called oil to confront the advance of the Yankee army (McPherson’s corps, if I mistake not.) After the evacuation of Jackson, the trqpps were all collected to test and recruit at Morton. They were soon ordered to report to Bragg, and, with their gallant leader, reported for duty at Chattanooga in time to participate in the series of manoeuvres which terminated in the bril liant and glorious victory of Chickamauga. It is due to Wilson’s brigade of the division, the honor of opening that great battle. As they left to guard the ford for the passage of the ordnance trains, they were hastily put in for the aid of Forrest’s cavalry, who were being hard pressed by overwhelming numbers of the enemy. The “Old Brigade,” now commanded by Colonel (afterwards General) Wilson, gained fadeless laurels by its conduct that day, nearly every field officer being killed or wounded. The division partici pated in both the engagements of the 19th and 20th, losing heavily in men and officers. Among those who fell on Sun day was the gallant, noble, chivalric, and accomplished Col. Peyton 11. Colquitt, than whom a braver man will never draw his sword in defence of his country. The division formed a part of Hardee’s corps, at the disastrous repulse at Missionary Ridge, and, in the absence of Gen. Walker, commanded by the brave Gen. Gist, contributed greatly to check the demoralization of that ill-fated field. During the winter the army was reorgan ized at Dalton, and, Gen. Wilson having died, Gen. C. 11. Stevens was assigned to the command of the “Old Brigade.” The division then consisted of that, with the brigades of Generals Gist and John K. Jackson. During the Spring the fine brigade of Gen. 11. W. Mercer was added. The division engaged in all the heavy skirmishing and fighting that marked the campaign of 1804, from Dalton to At lanta, and, on all occasions, Gen. Walker and his faithful stall ever displayed that high bravery and noble courage so typical of the Southern soldier. ,We come now to the saddest chapter in the history of his life. On the 22d of July, 1864, Gen. Hardee’s corps made a detour to the rear and surprised the enemy. The enemy, although surprised, fought nobly. Our men charged, aud in the charge General Walker lost his life. The 24th South Carolina, Gist’s brigade, were suffering from the effects ot a fire which threaten ed to annihilate them. Riding amidst the iron hail and attended by his staff, he complimented them upon their bravery, saying : “Soldiers: remember Stevens! (their former Colonel and the brigade commander of his old command, who bad been mortally wounded on the 20th.) Remember him! One more charge, ani the day is won ! Follow me!” With a wild cheer those gallant men responded. With a clarion voice and majestic mien, \\ alker leads in the incarnation of vic tory; his beautiful grey mare falls, and, springing to bis feet, lie, too, is shot down, to rise, alas ! no more. The fight is won, but, alas ! how costly a sacrifice has been offered on our country’s altar. With the death of Walker, the brigades of the division were nil assigned to other com mands in the Army of Tennessee, and the “old division” broken np—General 11. R. Jackson, the successor to Stevens, being assigned to Bates’ division ; Gen! Gist to Cheatham; Gen. Mercer to Cle burne. The regiments of Jackson’s (John K.) were all placed in other com mands—General J. having been assigned to the command of a distnet in Florida. Os Gen. Walker’s character, a few words from one of the command may not be deemed inappropriate. Few com manders enjoyed the love and esteem of his men more than he, and it was due to his care and attention of them. The com missariat was always, by his direction, well supplied, and they well fed and pro vided for. Although amidst the rough scenes of the camp, he never forgot the gentleman when acting the part of the soldier. The courtesies of life were never forgotten or ignored, and the Gen eral could entertain his guests with a courtly grace at his “headquarters in the field, ’as in parlor halls. One prominent trait in his character was his high appre ciation and deference to the female sex No one had a more exalted opinion of their virtues, excellence, and moral and intellectual worth than he. As an execu tive officer, he had not his superior, and few equals. “ Walker is there; ” meant that that portion of the line was intended to be held. “Y ith Walker or Cleburne on either flank, and Cheatham in the centre, I will hold any place,” Gen. Hardee is reported to have said. For bravery the name of Walker was a synonym. No fewer than eight or ten wounds had he received in his military career. Os the old division only one of the former Brigadier Geuerals now are living—Gen. Mercer, of Savan nah. Gist fell at Franklin, Tenn., Ste vens, around Atlanta, and John K. Jack son died soon after the surrender. Wil son, Williams, Smith, Lamb, Henderson, Spencer. Moore, Overstreet, Harvey, Holcombe, and mazy others. Many of its “unknown and unhonored” dead members of the command are now silent sleepers. “They have fought their last fight, they have won their last battle,” and the silent sleeper still sleeps the sleep that “knows no waking.” The cause for which they yielded their life's blood is lost, but en shrined within the hearts of their surviv ing comrades will ever be the memory of their lofty courage and devoted heroism. With the chief who once led them to bat tle, they sweetly, quietly rest 'neath the sod they died to defend. With them life’s battle is over—“the battle fought, the victory won.” “Whether in the crowded hall, Or in the battle grand, The noblest place for man to die Is when he dies for man. “On Fame’s eternal camping ground, Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards with stately round, The bivouac of the dead.” Os him who once led them to battle we will say— “We tell his fate without a sigh, For he is Freedom’s now and Fame’s, One of the immortal names, That were not born to die.” Comrades of the old division, you who have survived the loss of your chieftain and your brother soldiers, pause as your eye glances over these pages, written “in memoriaui” of them ; and to their memory pay a passing tribute—the tribute of a passing sigh. Thf.o. 11. Winn. Baler Cos., O'a., Avg. 17, 1567. A monument to the memory of Bellini is to be erected in Cantania, the birth place of the composer. The bronze statue of Everett, in Bos ton, is to be made to tace the south, and to have anew pedestal. LITERARY AND ART ITEMS. From the X. O. Pioiyune and other sources. Albert D. Richardson’s “Personal History of General Grant,” is ready for publication. Col. Henry t’. Deming, military Mayor of this city during the Butler regime, and Mr. Dana of the New lork Sun, are also engaged upon “lives” of Grant, Hon. G. W. Paschal, of Texas, .ms just published an annotated edition of the Inked States Constitution. It is brimful of Federalist heresies. Gen. D. 11. Hill is now sole proprietor of “The Land We Love.” Major Gen. Cullum Mill soon publish, at his own expense a “Register of the West Point Graduates,” in two large octavo volumes, and com prising about twenty-five hundred biogra phical sketches. A monthly magazine will shortly be started in Nashville by John Friswell A Cos. Thomas Dunn English offers 850 to any one who will prove he did not write “Ben Bolt. ’ Frederick S. Cozzens has published his “Memorial” of Ilalleck, a paper read before the N. Y. Historical Society. On the occasion of the recent sale ot a copy of Eliot’s “Indian Bible,” the statement was made that probably no man in New England could read it or pronounce its title. This, says ail ex change, is a mistake. Mr. Trumbull, State Librarian of Connecticut, who purchased the volume, is an accomplished Algon quil scholar, and has read the whole of the “Indian Bible” and all Eliot’s other In dian books, and has prepared a manuscrip dictionary of their multifarious centipeda lian agglutinizations. Longfellow is writing anew poem Mrs. Coleman is engaged on the biography of her father, the late Hon. J. J. Critten den. Correspondents are requested to address her at Baltimore. A fourth vol ume of Everett’s speeches will shortly be published Swinburne is styled by the Tomahawk the author of “Un-Cbaste lard.” English papers announce the death of Rev. Chauncev Hare Townsend and Mr. Eyrie Evans Crowe. The first figured more than a quarter of a century ago as a minor poet and dilletante author, being also a colleague of Macaulay, Praed and other young men of genius of those days. Mr. Crowe was for many years prominent in periodical literature. Also wrote several novels and works of travel, but is more widely known by his “History Franee.” His London publisher announces that Walt. Whitman’s forthcoming edition of his poems is “in better consecutive or der, with many newer pieces, including anew part or collection, in which he has practically carried out a long nourished design in depicting the element in the character and personality which is con sidered by him accessory to the complete ness of his work. ” An exhibition of Dore’s works will shortly be opened in London. Among the works to be exhibited, is “The Tri umph of Christianity or the Downfall of Paganism.” A writer says of this painting : “It may be said to consist of two distinct phases. The central figure in the upper section stands the Saviour, holding a cross, the figure almost lost in a flood of glory, encircled by winged angels and by the glorified spirits of the re deemed. In presence of the Christian Itevelation, Paganism sinks to the deepest abyss of darkness and oblivion. On the left, as it were, of the lower section of the picture, Africa, with her heathen gods, the bull Apis and his adepts; toward the centre, Asia, and the god Dagon ; the Babylonish divinities Baal, Nimrod, the Assyrian hulls, the gods of India, are all precipitated into the boundless sea of gloom and shame. Jupiter and the Gre cian divinities recede in the distance on the right, and on the left the gods of the North, Thor, Odin, etc., and the Druid priesthood, gradually vanish from sight.'’ American Books Published in 18G7. —The American Publisher and Pool seller says that there were published in this country last vear, 1,773 books. From this number are excluded 335 pamphlets, 11 new periodicals, 5 maps, and a large number of reprints of Eng lish and foreign works. Including all these, the total was 2,1*25. Os the whole number, 385 were for young people. Classified according to subjects, 711 were fictions; 258 related to religion and the ology; 107 to history: 120 were poeti cal; 121 legal; 70 medical; 74 were narratives of travel and geographical treatises; 80 belonged to the department of helles-letters; 31 to that of fine arts ; 142 were devoted to the mechanics and useful arts ; 32 to social sciences; 75 to education; 17 to amusements; 25 to philosophy and morals ; 21 are indirectly set down as scientific ; 33 discussed the question of government; biography and genealogy included 103 works; learned literature, 25: there were 11 new periodi cals started, and 34 publications described as “other books,” were issued. Mr. Hazlitt is engaged oa a work on Charles and Mary Lamb. 5