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r , VM ,„ has been defeated by Darner, a Con ! ‘jV-uive. So far the result leaves the ! I,'v-sntati<»n much as it was in Ireland, i a "large number have still to be dc ’] ~i Dublin Irishman, A be. 21. I>j >t ],x of the Borough Lefttioxs in* ~ ND> __ London, Tuesday— The le -]t and the borough elections to-day has, .the whole, been most satisfactory; for, : ' owing to the previous minority i r ; the Tories have got in a member \\ r the City of London and another for Manchester, and, although John Stuart \ji!l |,aß been defeated by slander, 'hi ~. and all sorts of misrepresenta- J- ~ ifl* Westminster, tho Tories have i , „ .. ) /; ;pt C Ti in a vast number of places, ,] i iaV c lost their two law officers. Ac coVji t jr to the most accurate calculations idiicli can be made at this moment, the Opposition have gained thirty-one seats, r JJ have lost sixteen seats, gaining thereby !' c leai majority of fifteen seats. J::r u Landlordism —The Oul, Old so n /_~Thc hitherto peaceable village of s.otf -t wn, in the parish of Toglier, has 1 rtm fals week the scene of some startling popular demoiwtrulions. Our readers | v il! ) probably, recollect the report in cur columns of a landlord and tenant case a f e -, v weeks ago, tried at the last Drog -1 ~r ] ;i Quarter Sessions, in which Sir Allan Bellingham was Plaintiff and Charles ,1 hnsoa defendant. Taking advantage nf a presumed friendly understanding of ; few years back, according to which the farm in J hnson’s possession was to be work* and in the landlord’s name for a time, iill the tenant got out of his pecuniary difficulties. Sir Alian proceeded to eject Johnson as a mere steward or caretaker. Tin 1 case at the Sessions, however, broke down utterly, without a single witness doing (idled on the part of the defendant. Notwithstanding this result, Sir Allan ntteinp ed, through his worthy agent, Mr. Dunlop, to carry off everything valuable on the farm. By means of the number of men belonging to his two establish ments ia Castiebellingham and Dunany, the wmk of devasta' ion was carried on sicceduffy on Monday and Tuesday last. The people of the neighborhood, how ivi v, Merc loused to indignation by Tin sj y evening, particularly as it was npmtod that the roof of the dwelling house ( a the unfortunate family was to be token •if next day. Crowds assembled on Wednesday morning, beat oil the wreckers, and, with a vast number of c.irts, i\ moved whatever remained of the erects t places of safety. We learn that the exci lnent in the locality is intense. It. is wt'.i, indeed, such occasions are rare in Louth. \\ c fear very much, however, that il Sir Alian Bellingham (who seems to be infatuated in the case) perseveres in the course he is pursuing, tho consc <l»eiKN ■ will be. deplorable. This case would t: cm to smack of Scullyism, and wo shn]; pay our attentions to it again.— i bogh ed a Arg us. lLr* The following letter of Rev. George 11. Doane has beeD forwarded to id by the Most Rev. Archbishop of Bal t:uH;re, and we take pleasure in laying it before our readers: “The American College in Rome— /' ‘ r o) Bco. George. IT. Doanc : Hav ing hern appointed by the Most Rev. Archbishop of Baltimore, and the Rt. dev Bishop of Philadelphia, as Chair man respectively of Metropolitans, and of fin* Executive Committee of Bishops, Mio have charge of the affairs of the American College in Rome, with the duty m endeavoring to raise an endowment 1 era for tho College, I have, with the pm-ent <u my own Rishop, accepted “m trust which they have confided to me, tind propose to enter upon the work at "me. Before Christmas [ hope to visit, D’jh the consent of the Archbishops and Bishops of those Sees, Baltimore, Phila* delphia, Albany, Boston, and Hartford * niing the Holidays, New York, Brook •>n, and New York ; and about the mid •■> ot January to start for the North, M est, and South. Eovo for Rome, and the desire to make ; ?lue httle return for the many blessings while a student in one of tiic Rational Colleges there, (the American Loilcge net having then been founded,) 1 v trying to procure the same blessings to ot ) ,crs ! a, id love for my country, with Dm desire to sec preserved for her, in the v ;'*y ucart of the Eternal City, a place re some of her young Levites may ‘T' ,v j U B hi the schools of Rome, under •me Niadow of St. Peters, and in the im “KiJiat.e presence of the Vicar of our -mu upon earth, are the motives which V :!I T' t me to undertake this ardnou* duty. 1 hat it may succeed, I earnestly beo £ di\‘ .sot the faithful, the generous ’•“ 1 1 zealous co-operation of all in the n work, and remembrance on the part ■ r ‘-’ g “’hers and Brethren at the Altar 1 H! (lie daily Sacrifice. G. 11. Doane. [Under this head, we propose to pub lish, weekly, Anecdotes and Reminiscences of the struggle for Southern Indepen dence; and earnestly solicit contribu tions containing such anecdotes and re miniscences.] For the llamu-r of the South. Nevermore. A DIRGE FOB OT'ft LOST CONf rjtMnu'Y ANI» IH’sOT \l):n * HOMES, “ XcvM-nioro!” the plniatiw kr.cll, Iu i»y soul these acreiits doc}!. For my home I ne’er shall see, Where loved children sported free. “Nevermore!” sweet “ WinterdiHe,” SJiall I view thy sunny vale, For the blackened ashes sere Strew the homestead’s ruin there. “ Nevermore!” our Country free Uoast of her Confederacy, Hopes of Idcpcndcncc cvueluiL l’atriot voices lie in dust. “Nevermore!” from “Iron-clad” Stream the bright CcmlcdTate llag; Nor from “Albemarle” so proud, “ Plymouth” sound with pa-ans loud. “ Nevermore !” “ Atlanta” lave By Savannah's turbid wave; Or Virginia’s pennants gleam On James River's gurgling stream. “ Nevermore!” in “Royal Port,” shall the “Lady Davis ’ float, Near “Fort Walker's” gallant gnu. Where the foe our troops o’er run. (New Year’s day, in sixty-two, Beamed, a time, of brighter \ i< w; At “Port Royal,” where tho foe, Driven to their boats did go.) “Nevermore 1” Chicora glide In our harbor’s glowing tide; “Blown up” was her gloomy fate. With our lov’d “Palmetto State.” “Nevermore !” from “Sumter’s” grave, Shall our Southern banner wave, Nor triumphant cannon roar, Echoing from shore to shore. “Nevermore!” shall cheering thrill Sound from brave “Secession ville”; Or, where “Moultrie,” “Sumter,” frown, Where the “Keokuk” sank dawn. “Nevermore !” old Charleston call Meetings at “Secession Hall”*- Hail’d fair “City by the Sea”— “Cradle of our Liberty. ” “Nevermore!” St. Michael’s chime Toll, as in old- n time, When our Statesman's honored dust. Near St. Phillip’s, lay in trust. (“Nevermore !” that voice is still, -Noble Patriot of “Fort Hill; Carolina's “inner heart” Wept from her C.aimr.N to part.) “Nevermore!” the shells from foot Lay our sacred marbles low, Where our sainted dead lav still. Feeling not our Tyrants' will. “Nevermore !” in sheltering nest. Shall her aged Exiles rest In sweet homes, “beside the sea,” Near the fragrant orange tree. “Nevermore!” for hill and dale. Speak the melancholy tale; Driven from their homes to lly. Far from kindred dual they Ur. “Nevermore!” shall be forgo*. Many a contested spot, Where our Armies bravely won Bloody battles—at “Bull Run,” On “Manassas' ” gory plain, “Sharpsburg,” did our victors reign. There the liirelong host diu ttce, Over hill and by the lea. And beside “Meelianiesville," “Bethel,” and at “Malvern IfiU,” (For our Capital, so fair,) Perished many a hero there. And, again, at “Seven Pines,” Victory crowned our cheering line.-. So, on “Shiloh’s” western plain, Where our Johnson!- brave was slain. “Brandy Station” “Gettysburg. Wore the shouts of virt’ry hoard; Here our noble Hami-ton-, fell, Bade this weary world farewell. Struggling with our IMriut host. From the mountain and tiro coast, (Where tlm snowdrifts wpnrkling he, And old Ocean tossed high.) For our homes, and altars pure, (Gained by warrior arm- of yore,} Mothers, Sisters, all so d<;,r, Clinging to our lives with prayer. But. the for was strong in power, (Can my soul forget tied hour?) “Ordered,” were our heart-wrung men, To “succumb"—aye, yield to them. For, with overwhelming tide, Flowed they o’er our land of pride, When the hireling host o’er run Patriot Soldiers—sire and sen. And returned, our feeble hand, To our desolated land. Not with joyous “Cheer, boys, cheer!” Floating banners, bright and lair: But with melancholy tr.-ud. Stricken hearts, and humbled head, - . !_ 1 Gone out hopes of Freedom, row To God's righteous will lew. “Nevermore I” shall Davis claim “Peerless President! that name From a nation justly due To a Patriot so true. ‘' Nevermore! ’ ’ for in a cell At Fort Monroe doth he dwell, A lone Prisoner. Jesus hear! Grant our people’s fervent prayer, “Nevermore!” let cruel sway Os tho populace give way; Let him now directed be, Father! he acknowledged Thee. “Nevermore!” let idle jest His pure spirit there molest, 'Ere the threatened hangman’* rope, Stops the current of our hope. “Nevermore 1” his home to see. Soon his ransomed spir it free; Take him where our martyred baud, Dwell iu love at Thy right hand. “Nevermore!” will war destroy Heaven’s bright unsullied joy, Where, from streams of “crystal” pure, He will drink on that bright shore. •‘Nevermore!” shall clarion note. Its shrill alarum o'er lloat Soft in “pastures green” and fair, Rest in peace our warriors there. “Nevermore!” shall husband brave < lusp tin- heart he died to save, Darkened is the future life Os his loving, blessed wife. “Nevermore!” the father fond, shall to li-ping babes respond; ■Scattered do their low grav es lie, i’.y the sea, and mountains high. “Nevermore?” by sparkling rills. And Virginia snow-wreathed hills; By (Jit- ocean's sullen waves, Soldiers lie in nameless graves. “Nevermore!” can Barnwlive, Or blest ministrations give To the sick and wounded, v, here Lite was ended iu their care. “Nevermore!” (his lovely wife Followed him to endless life, With their little babe so fair,) Death divided not the pair. “Nevermore!” with sisters sweet. !-ball their warrior brothers meet; Well they fought, their homes to save, Found at last a distant grave. “Nevermore !” the parent dear Shall those loving accents hear: ‘•Cheer vj), Mother! soon there’ll be Peace and Independence free.” "Nevermore!” for in the West, Lies the martyred Son, at rest. And his spirit soar’d on high, Where the. soldier loves to die.s “Xavermoro 1” the maiden fair shall her tender lover hear. Nor his tones Iter bosom thrill— That true heart lies cold and still. ‘•Nevermore!” in circles round, Shall our firesides be crowned; Widows, orphans, meeting there, Weep their heroes brave and fair. “Nevermore!” shall Christinas mirth Gladden omr deserted lutirth; Deep the sigh will echo there, At the sight of “vacant chair.” “Nevermore!” shall sable band Gather at the well known stand, To receive their presents gay, On Hu ir Saviour's natal day. “Nevermore!” the Freedmon rove, Far from home and orange grove; No kind ‘‘master” living l*v, •S“On they’ll want, and sicken, die. “Nevuinore!” the Echo sounds t hrough the desolated grounds; Ktiil’d the voice of cheerful life, By this war's unholy strife. “Nevermore!” Vos! nevermore! Sounds in Ocean’s surging roar; Speaks of one, low, pearl-deck’d grave. Neath the learning, dashing wave. “Nevermore!” can he return, A lies • \ uiing lie-art w dh love did burn. When he 1. ft his native laud Fora distant foreign strand. • “Nevermore!” the “lone bin-* s. :t ' Will hi- deep sepulchre be, But, wc trust to inert him where “God shall wipe away each U ar.” “Nevermore!” Ary heart “rk -tut.;" Bow, submissive, to Cod's wifi; Kt rive. with him, above to dwell; Know he due til all tilings well. An Exile to Chicora. A nvrtitber Dt i, 18Go. Country seat of lion. .1. C. Calhoun, near Pendle ton, S. C. tThe tombs in St. Michael's (’nurch-yard were thrown down by the cmemy's shells from the riot t. A. Sidney Johnson. Col. I". Hampton, brother of G< n. Wade Hampton, of South Carolina. 0 Rev. R. Vi'. Barnwell, who wore out his life attend ing to the sick and wounded in Virginia, and died a martyr In unr cause, ftln a tent on the field of battle. — For the Banner of the South. REVERIE, i gazed on yonder hillside, all verdant in its Summer covering. The soft haze of Indian Summer covered the land scape with beauty', and dimmed the dis- Ont mountains in wavy tremulous lH, t AH Jature seemed to smile in that happy wood which proclaims a Creator. 1 The river at the foot of the ciiff went guigiing by, its limpid waters sparkling in the sun-light, like molten silver, and as the eye wandered over it all, my heart was Idled with reverence and joy." The shadows of evening deepened, the sun gilding Nature with his last rays, tinged mountain, and hill, and crystal river in the light of departing day. 1 he bme haze on the mountain deep ened into black, and the shadow of the cliff grew longer. The moon, in her first quaitcr, looked sadly beautiful, as follow ed. in . her azure path a concourse of twinkling’ stars, and away off in the \\ estern horison a blood-red comet added grandeur,. to the already magnificent scene. ’1 was the glad Indian Summer of the mountains, and, as we stood and gazed, long lost memories suddenly re vived, and mid the yearning after better things, the words of the poet give an impetus to the thought almost too beau tiful to trust to words: “ Dear as long reinonfbeml kt.-ses after Death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned, On lips that are for others, dear as love, sweet as first love, and wild with all regrets. ' l l . Death in life, lie days that are no more." c have looked at tiic bright side of the picture, turn us to another. On. that same beautilui day, the thun der ot Artillery, and crash of small arms tilled the air with the horrible din of battle. Heavy clouds of cannon-smoko floating away in awful grandeur, slowly mingled with the haze while tho scream j of shell, and sharp hiss of grape and shiapneil, made music fit for Pandemoni um. The face of Nature changed. Birds flew frightened away at the awful coimno-: tion. On the crest of a hill, just in advance of the fields ol dead and wounded, a long line ot men, stretched in the ago nies ot wounds and death, showed where a single and whole Battallion had been swept away by the broadside from the enemy s guns. A little in advance of them, his young face turned uo in agony, and toe new moon shining full upon him, lay an officer. A ghastly wound in the side showed the track of a grape,shot, which was slowly causing the youiur life to ebb. ♦ Three hours before, inst as the sun setting had tinged their gleaming bayo nets, his gallant Regiment had charged with dum to trie top of that hill IPs General raised Ins cap as he dashed on at the head of his forlorn hope, and he knew that- ho had won the “Gross of the Legion.” But, as hi* brave men fell around him, ano all seemed lost, the second line charged up as he fell, (mortally hurt,) the wild yell told that the enemy was broken. * # # * # ;* By the light of the stars, as the cres cent horns of the moon slowly sard; be hind the \\ estern hills, a group of sorrowing comrades bent over him, to listen to his last words, and catch the fleeting message he tried to send to the loved ones, far away near the Shenan doh’s waters, but a gush of blood, a faint shudder, and gazing about him wildly, he murmured: “we’ll meet above the stars, Bessie,” then gasped and died. The sol dim- was off duty forever! The y covered hiiu with his dusty arey coat, and as the day dawned, (for the enemy was near,) sadly laid their Col onel to rest beneath the foeman’s soil, and hat day, a letter came. A small, and delicate letter. It was from the woman lie ! ind loved, with whose name on his ]?ps he had died. She had trifled with his affections, though her heart was really his, and this caused ;he rashness which resulted in his death. But the kind, loving words of that letter could never cause the cold heart of the soldier to quicken its pulsation. The letter was rend by a brother officer, and as he wiped from his eye a scalding tear, he wrote on it the words: “Too late, too late,” anti sent it back to her. The mis sive sped back on its way, the golden hopes it breathed blasted forever. * ts- Sir. it if * The Smmm rs have melted almost im perceptibly into the russet of the Autumn, and the Winter’s chill winds have given place to the spring breeze many times. In nil asylum not far from us, visitors sometimes see a young woman with hands clasped, and the weird stare of the maniac, on her once beautiful face. Now and then, an expression of intelligence crosses her tace and with an acute an guish touching to listen to the murmurs: “ too late, too late,” and the old care worn, weary look again o’erspread her features. You ask the cause of her malady, and the attendants tell you the story we’ve told you here. Par away on that battle-field, on the crest of the hill, where the green corn now waves, stands a little marble shaft, and on it the word-: “ The fiOtb, to our (T< \ 1 Innt Colonel. Meanwhile, the air is as balmy, and the landscapes as beautiful, and the river rolls as placidly by, as in days of yore. The birds have come back, and wc hear their joyful songs, but amid all, the httle marble monument alone on the hill inaKes us hear again the maniac girl’s cry : “ too late, tod late.” [From ttie Mobile Register.] IN MEMORIAM—A SON OF MISSOURI. Mobile, Nov. 0, 1808. lhcA July, 180:!, at Raymond, Miss, Aiajor General John S. Bowen, of disease contracted in the trenches at Vicksburg. ]y. that “Grand Legion of Honor,” com posing the Army of the Confederacy, there was no body of soldiers that sur passed in devotion, endurance, and resolute courage, in discipline and effi ciency, the Regiment.* of Missourians that followed Sterling Price through his splendid campaigns in the West, and in 1 “hff joined Beaureguard at Corinth; and the same can be told of the command organixed by Bowen, in Kentucky, in G 1 Above any other man, save Price, in this Division of Missourians— in point of abilities, and soldiery character, .-food Gen. Bowen A man of noble, and com manding physique, of graceful and court ly address, and carriage, be adorned social life as he illustrated and glorified his beloved State in the struggle lor her i• i * liberties. Gen. Bowen was educated at West Point, and brought with his genius, to the service of his Ptate, the scientific at tainments resulted from his training at the Military Academy. Wc all know the history of the war; and all, in authority during the war. know who saved Van Dorn’s routcJArmy from capture, after the disastrous defeat at Corinth, in October, ’o2—it was Price, and his Missourians. They know who so brilliantly, and successfully checked Grant at Port Gibson with 3,000 men, and made him think he was lighting 10.000; who, when H n’s panic-strick en, and fleeing Division had wrought defeat for us at Baker's Creek, hd his Regiments clear through, line after line, !of the enemy’s troops, and converted a | shameless flight, inart orderly rcireat; who was the life and soul of the defense |of Vicksburg, in that ever memorable siege, and who conducted so ably the ne gotiations for the urrender of the city, :and its heroic defenders—yes, they well : know it was (Jen. Bowen who did these i things. \ m I bat high, hoortfeh tribute to Bowen l in Pemberton s report of his luckless | operations in, and in front of Vicksburg, l well attest to the profound estimate the I unfortunate Lieutenant General enter tained for his brilliant subordinate, j And, after all, not to be permitted to die in tho Works he had so long, and so gallantly held, where the thunders of battle and the shouts of the old Brigade would have been his fitting requiem," but to moan out his precious life on a couch of pain, was bitter, bitter. The tidings of hia death cune like a shock of terror on his soldiers, for there was none to take his place in their hearts, or at their head on the battlefield. He passed away just in the full me ridian of his usefulness to bis country in the pride and glory of mature manhood, and at a time when such a brain and sich an influence as his could not be spared by the Army. Gen Bowen’s promotion had been rapid, and the position of the writer at at the time of hia death, fully warrants the statement that higher rank, and command awaited Gm: Bowen, had bis life not U‘en lost. j The band that traces ihrsc lines trem bles as the writer temembers how few, how terribly few, are left of tho -o’diers of mat magnificent corps that "shoulder to shoulder, anti pike t. > pike,” foujjht on so many fields, nruh. r the Grizzly Bear Banner of Mis- ccri, to win a way back to their homes, f.rnc-t over one-tenth of them are al;v ‘, and those arc uttered through the South; they have neerr found a uay Owb, be- use .“ilcd* was “ organised ” very early in .Missouri 1 “Th*' Knight s ui . m, And t!»< ir g<K'(l sui. d-<... ■> ri«t. Their u<‘ tL*i an; .!: th« .-s.iiitu, vie trabt.” But of those that survive the long struggle, all, all, cherish in love, and ad miration m gratitude and reverence, the memory of their General. Peace to his great, heroic soul, and honor to his name forever ! 8. M. T. I*. S. —A lengthly absence of the writer from the United States since the close of the war, has delayed the appear ance of the above article Great Riot at Bristol.— Bristol, Tuesday, {Midnight.') —There has been immense damage done to-day. The mob smashed all the Tory committee rooms, i The public houses were sacked, md liquors drunk and wasted Many persons were injured, and two dangercu-ly .hurt. The town is now getting quiet. 3