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woods in the direction of Burke’s place.
Arriving there he examined the premises
to ascertain what advantage might be
taken of the owner. In passing through
the woods in front of the dwelling, he
discoverad a well beaten path which he
followed. It led down to a gmhirg
spring on a hill side, about a hundred
yards from the gate. His plan was formed
in a moment. He dismounted and al
lowed his mare to graze on the scanty
grass, until a short time before day-break.
He then secured her in a place where
she could not be observed by one ap
proaching the spring from the house, and
took position behind a large rock some
fifty paces from the fountain. He was
soon gladdened by approaching morn,
• and beard indications that the family
were astir. He crouched close to the
earth, and watched with an accutc vision.
In a short time the sound of heavy foot
steps fell upon his ear. Burke, without
coat or hat, a six-shooter belted to his
side, descended the hill with a bucket in
his hand. The fated man stopped by
the sparkling waters and stooped to fill
his vessel, when another missile sped on
its way and entered his left breast. Ut
tering the cry, “OLord !” he sank upon
the ground; his blood mingling with the
stream. Warren was soon deep in the
forest, and did not stop untii he reached
the wood in the rear of Mr. Hopkins’
farm. Placing Botty in a covert, he pro
ceeded to the dwelling. His story was
short and affecting, but not a word was
spoken about what he had done. He
told his friends he could no longer remain
in that part of the country, and he in
tended again to seek the distant plains of
Texas, where he would endeavor to bury
his sorrows in the wild and stirring
scenes of that great State. A stoic
could not have witnessed without emo
tion the parting between that desolate
and desperate man, and his parents, sis
ter, and friends. He mounted to his
saddle, and waving a sad adieu, rode
slowly away, feeling that the last of his
heart strings were sundered. To him
life had lost its value, and little else than
the animal instinct to avoid death re
mained. His work was not yet quite
done.
The trip was far from agreeable in
any respect; but he reached the land of
live oak and prairie without accident, and
now lives in outward peace, though the
fire in his soul is unquenchcd and can
only go out with the vital soark. Ha
i paroieu and has never dis
gusted his nature with any detested
Yankee oath; but feels himself a stranger
in his own country and claims the name
of Confederate.
Reader, the last words I heard our
hero utter were spoken to me in private,
after the conversation detailed in the be
ginning ot this story, lie said only two
of the cowardly miscreants, who made
the assault at his father’s house were
living; and when he sent them into eter
nity, he should be willing to die. It was
then I understood the remark and look
which were spoken of as incomprehensi
ble.
It every man, whose name had been
enrolled upon the Southern military re
cord, had been a Henry Warren, we
should never have been the victims of
vandal oppression, subject to insult and
injury from faithless cowards, who boast
of the great victory, when their advan
tages over us in numbers, means and ap
pliances were in the proportion of ten to
one; but having 1 trampled “hate’s pol
luted rag ’ under foot, we should now be
one of the most prosperous, glorious and
happy nations on the globe, under
“The bonuie blue flag that bears a single
star.” °
THE END.
From the Aew York Tribune , July 2S th.
The Ocean Yacht ClHb.
The English Cambria against the Ameri
can Dauntless-the Cambria the Ifm
jur—the Dauntless one hour and
nineteen minutes Behind.
The international ccean yacht-race,
which has excited so mucu interest in all
circles during this last month, is at last
decided. The winner passed the goal yes
terday afternoon at 3 46, and that winner,
to the astonishment of many, was the
Cambr.a—the English yacht. The pres
tige which has surrounded the American
Yacht Fleet since the great victory of the
America in 1851, has been rudely broken
in upon by this staunch vessel, which,
having once beaten the Dauntless across
the ccean, now stands knocking at the
door of our harbor, with the intention of
wrestiug from us, by one more final con
test, our supremacy in marine achitecture,
together with that high prized and long
preserved trophy, the ‘ Queen’s Cup,”
won by the yacht America irom the Royal
Yateh Squardron, in 1851. “All English
men believe,” says Mr. Ashbury in a let
ter tothe New York Yacht Club, “that,
taken as a whole, the art of yacht building
received a great stimulus by the acknowl
edged victories of the American in 1351,
and now equally hope and believe that the
leading English yachts can hold their own
against the world.” _ r . ,
On the 3d of October, 1868, Mr. Ash
bury, the owner of the Cambria, challeng
ed all America to a yacht race. . His con
ditions were that the champion yacnt
should participate in the Thames regatta
in the following August; that the Cambria
and this champion yacht should then run
together across the ocean, starting Sep
tember 1, 1869, and that the Cambria
should then sail around LoDg Island with
the champion American yacht for the pos
session ot the Queen’s Cup won by the
America in 1851.
Mr. James Gordon Bennett, Jr., the
owner of the schooner yacht Dauntless, at
once acceded to the proposal for an ocean
race from Cowes to New Yoik, or Irom
Cowes to the Azores and back, or over
any other course of less than 3,000 miles.
The stake was to be a piece of plate worth
£250.
For a day or two, sailing in company,
the vessels kept each other in sight, but
on the third day they parted, the Daunt
less taking a southerly course to catch the
southwest breezes that prevail at and
around the Bermudas at this season of the
year, the Cambria to the northward. Out
of the track of the ocean steamers, nothing
more could be heard of them until their
arrival.
As the day and hour approached when
the winning vessel was expected, armies of
the interested or idly curious assailed all
available points favorable for the observa
tion of the termination and result of the
struggle. Day after day and night after
night, tired and weary men ploughed their
way through the sand of Sandy Hook,
disputing every inch with the battalions of
mosquitoes that arrayed themselves to dis
pute the right of the invader?.
Since Tuesday of last week a band of re
porters have intested the Hook, and, pen
cil in hand, and eyes full of sand, have
waited and watched diligently for the first
glimpse of the signals of the victorious
vessel.
A reporter who had stationed himself on
the peak of the roof of Jenkinson’s Hotel,
on the Highlands, first espied the gaff
topsails of a peculiarly rigged yacht and
called the attention of the Highland Tele
graph operator thereto. It was sometime
before it was possible to make her out, for
at that time she was thirty miles cut to
sea. Slowly her tops raised, until her
square sails forward, her immense jib and
the blue flag with a white ball at the fore
could be descried, when the question was
settled that the Cambria was in sight. On
she came, every stitch of canvass set, and
all drawing—jib, fore and mainsail, square
sail and square topsail and gaff-topsails,
close hauled, on the starboard tack, the
wind northwest hall north, pointed straight
for tire lightship. Within,five minutes
t u* i>auuLiess was also sighted, making
the best ot the breeze, standing for the
light-ship, the terminus of the race, every
sail set and drawing, and about nine miles
to the southward and westward of the
Cambria.
All was excitement* Every rye" was
turned to leaward; every nerve was drawn
to its utmost tension, as the two vessels
flew on. Either might win. But the
wind, which in the morning had veered
from eastward to borthwest, seemed to
haul around again. For a short time it
blew lightly; the Cambria caught the last
of it; and the British yacht passed the
Light Ship at 46 minutes past 3 o’clock.
The Dauntless had done nobly, and as
though conscious of it, she sailed proudly,
though beaten, and crossed the mark at
5:65, the loser of the race. At 4:30 the
Cambria dropped her anchor in front of
Stapleton, Staten Island, and immediately
the little blue flag with the white ball, the
private signal of Commodore Ashbury,
was transferred from the fore to the main
peak, as a sigual of victory, and the Amer
ican flag was sent up to the lore. As she
dropped her anchor the saluting was re
newed, and the cheering was most enthu
siastic. The Cunard steamer Scotia, pass
ing down the bay, tired a salute, to which
the Cambria responded by dipping her
colors, her guns not being mounted. As
soon as she cast anchor she was boarded
by Dr. Mosher, Deputy Health Officer, and
the fleet of small boats hovering around
taking this as an indication that everybody
was welcome on bonrd poured their passen
gers upon her deck, which was soon
crowded from stem to stern, and some
more curious cr more venturesome than
their comrades went down into the cabins,
where everything, no matter how minute,
claimed their attention. Others went up
the rigging, but the crew caught ODe cr
two of them and lashed their feet aloft,
thus curing the others of any desire to go
aloft.
The yacht fleet rapidly took up positions
tear her, and within an hour Commodore
Stebbins went on board and tendered to
Commodore Ashbury the hospitalities of
the Club. The captains of the fleet after
ward paid their respects to Commodore
Ashbury, and all who boarded the Cam
b:ia were very cordially received, and any
impressions which may have been formed
from newspaper reports were pleasantly
dispelled.
At about six o’clock the Dauntless, ac
companied by a fleet of crafts of all de
scriptions, came up, and the reception of
her was none the less hearty thsn that
which welcomed her successful rival. The
crew of the Cambria manned the yards,
and a.-> ffie passed gave her three hearty
; English cheers, and dipped their colors, to
which she responded. The Dauntless had
all her plain sails set, and at her fore she
flew the flag of the new York Yacht Ciub,
and at her main peak the Vice Commo
dore’s flag. She anchored astern of the
Cambria, and in a few moments she was
Jljj Timm W3? AMI Jj£L
besieged by the crowd of visitors which
had boarded the Cambria. Soon after
coming to anchor she was boarded by the
officers of the fleet, who congratulated Mr.
Bennett upon his safe arrival, and upon
the fact that his yacht had been beaten by
ko noble a competitor.
The War Songs of the Figlitexs.
THE AUTHOR OF TIIE GERMAN NATIONAL
IIYMN.
Ernst Moritz Arndt was born December
26th, 1709, at Shoritz, in Rugen. Toward
the end of the last century he distinguish
ed himself as a traveler, and by his works
on Sweden, Italy, France, Germany, Hun
gary, &c. In ISOO lie was appointed Pro
fessor Extraordinary of Philosophy at
Grafswald. lie was a vehement lover of
liberty, and though at first a favorer of
Napoleon, became one of his bitterest op
ponents as soon as he comprehended his
designs of conquest. Ilis “Spirit of the
Age” went through several editions. The
attention it excited by the boldness of its
attacks on Bonaparte compelled Arndt to
fly to Stockholm, whence he was unable
to return until 1813. His writings, which
flowed in rapid succession from his inde
fatigable pen, made a profound impression
on popular feeling. They served, it is es
timated, more than any cause, to keep
alive the German hatred of French denomi
nation that stimnlated the war of
liberation. In 1813, Arndt was appointed
Professor of History in the University of
Bonn ; but the very next year the inquiry
into “Demagogical Intrigues” was said to
have implicated him. lie was out of the
public employment till 1820, when he was
reinstated. Ilis popular poems and war
songs, of which the one given is at once
the most martial and popular, were pub
lished at Frankfort in 1815 and at Leipsie
in 1840 :
THE GERMAN FATHERLAND.
Which is the German fatherland ?
Is’t Prussia’s or Swabia’s land !
It's where the Khino’s rich vintage
streams ?
Or where the Northein sea-gall screams?
Ah ! no, no, no !
W T hich is the German’s fatherland?
Bavaria or Styria’s land ?
It’s vffiere the Marcian ox unbends?
Or where the marksman’s iron rends?
Ah ! no, no, no!
His fatherland’s not bounded so !
Which is the German’s fatherlaud ?
Pomerania’s or Westphalia’s land?
Is it where sweep the Dunian waves?
Or where *he thundering Danube rave ?
Ah ! no, no, no !
His fatherland’s not bounded so !
Which is the Gsrmau’s fatherland ?
Oh, tell me now the famous land!
Is’t Tyrol, or tii« land «*’ Toil j
Bur*h lauds and people please me well,
Ah ! no. no, no !
His fatherland’s not bounded so!
W T hich Is the German’s fatherland ?
Come, tell me now the famous land !
Doubtless it is the Austrian State,
In honors and in triumphs great!
Ah ! no, no, no !
Ilia fatherland's not bounded so !
Which is the German’s fatherland ?
So tt 11 me now the famous land;
Is’t what the. Princes won by sleight?
From the Emperors and the Emperor’s
right ?
Ah ! no, no, no!
His fatherland’s not bounded so !
Which is the German’s fatherland?
So tell me now at last the land !
Far as the G#rmau accent rings,
And hymns to God in Heaven sings—
That is the land—
There, brother, is thy fatherland !
There is the German fatheriand,
Where oaths attend the grasped hand—
Where truth beams from the sparkling
eyes—
And in the heart love warmly lies
That is the jand
There, brother, is thy fatherland!
That is the German’s fatherland !
Where wrath pursues the foreign band—
Where every Frank is held a foe,
And Germans all as brothers glow !
That is the land—
All Germany’s the fatherland!
TIIE HISTORY OF THE MARSEILLAISE.
On the 30th of July, 1792, the Marseil
laises, arrived at Paris, whither they had
been invited by Barbaroux at the instance
of Madame Roland. “The secret motive
of their march,” says M. DeLemartine,
was to intimidate the National Guard ol
Paris; to revive the energy of the Fau
bourgs ; and so be in the advance guard of
that camp of 20,000 men, which the GR
rondists had made the Assembly vote to
overrule the Feuillants, the Jacobins, the
King, and the Assembly itself, with an
army of the Departments composed entire
ly of their own creatures.” The Marseil
laises entered Paris by the Faubonrg St.
Antoine, and singing the song which bears
their name, proceeded to the Champs Efy
sees, where a banquet was prepared for
them.
. The origin of the words and music of
this famous song is thus described by M.
DcLamaratine : ‘‘There was at that time a
young officer of artillery in the garrison at
Strasburg. His name was Rouget Do
Ltrle. He ts as Dorn at Rons le-Saulnier in
the Jura, a country ofreycries and energy,
as mountainous regions always are. This
young man loved war as a soldier; the
revolution rs a thinker. By his verses
and h.B music, he lightened the tedicus
nes3 of the ganison. Generally sought
on account of his double talent as a musi
cian and a poet, he becarae'a familiar visitor
at the house of an Alsaciatic patriot. Die -
triech. Mayor of Strasburg. The wife and
daughters of Dietrich shared Lis enthusi
asm for patriotism and revolution. They
loved this young officer- The? inspired
his heart, his poetry and his music ; and
trusting to the early lispings of his genius,
they were the first to execute his scarcely
expressed thoughts.
“It was in the winter of 1792, famine
reigned at Strasburg, the Dietrich family
were poor, and their table was frugal, but
it was always hospitable to liouget. One
day, when there was nothing on the board
but some ammunition bread and a few
slices of ham, Dietrich, looking atDe Lisle
with melancholy calmness, said to him ;
•Abundance is wanting "at our banquet,
but what matters that, when neither en
thusiasm is wanting at our civic leasts, nor
courage in the hearts of our soldiers? I
have still a bottle of wine left in my cel
lar; let it be brought up, and let us drink
to liberty and our country. There will
soon be a patriotic celebration at Stras
burg ; may these last drops inspire De
Lisle with one of those hymns which con
vey to the soul of the people the intoxica
tion from whence they proceed.’ The
young girls applauded, brought in the
wine, and filled the glasses of their aged
father and the young officer until the liquor
was exhausted. It was midnight. The
night was cold. De Lisle was in a dreamy
state ; his heart was touched; his head
was heated. The cold overpowered him,
and he tottered into his lonely room, slow
ly, seeking inspiration now in his patriotic
soul, now in his harpsichord ; sometimes
composing the air before the words, and
sometimes the words before the air, and so
combining them in his thoughts that he
himself did not know whether the notes
or the verses came first, and that it was
impossible to separate the poetry from the
music, or the sentiment from the ex
pression. He sang all, and set down noth
ing*
“Overrowered with the sublime inspira
tion, De LYe went to sleep on the harpsi
cord, and did not wake until day. He recol
lected the song of the previous night with a
difficulty like that with which we recall the
impressions of a dream. Ho now set
down the words and music, and ran with
them to Dietrich, whom he found at work
in the gaiden. The wife and daughter of
the old patriot had not yet risen. Dietrich
awakened them, and invited some friends
who were as passionately fond of music as
himself, and were capable of executing De
Lisle’s composition. Ilis eldest daughter
played the accompaniment, while liouget
sung. At the first stanzas ail faces turned
pale ; at the second, tear.-' ran down every
cheek ; and at the last all the madness ot
enthusiasm broke forth. Dietrich, his
wife, his daughter, anl the young officer
fell weeping into each other’s arms, the
hymn of the country was found. It was
destined, alas! to be also the hymn of
terror. A few months afterward the un
uiiuuaiu Dietrich went to the scaffold to
the pound of the very notes which had
their origin on his own hearth, in the heart
of his friend, and in the voices of his
children.
THE MARSEILLAISE.
Come, children, of your country, come,
Now srlory dawns upon the world.
Onr tyrants, rushing to their doom,
Tne bloody standard have unfurled ;
Already on our plains we hear
The murmurs of a sayage horde;
They threaten with the murderous sword
Your comrades and your children dear.
Then up and form your ranks, the hire
ling fee withstand,
March on—his craven blood must fertil
ize the laud.
Those banded serfs—what would they
have,
By tyrant kings together brought?
VV horn are those fetters to enslave
Which long ago their hands have wrought?
You, Frenchmen, you they would enchain;
Doth not the thought your bosoms lire?
The ancient bondage they desire
To force upon your necks again.
Then up, ±c.
These marshalled foreigners—shall they
Make laws to reach the Frenchman's
hearth ?
Shall hireling troops who fight for pay
strike down our warriors to the earth ?
God ! shall we bow beneath the weight
Os hands that slavish fetters wear ?
Shall ruthless despots once more dare?
To be the masters of our late?
Then up, &c.
Then tremble tyrants—traitors all—
Ye whom both friends and foes despise,
On you shall retribution fall,
Your crimes shall gain a worthy prize,
Each man opposes might to might;
And when our youthful heroe-* die,
Our French can well their place supply;
We’re soldiers*all with you to fight.
Then up, &c.
Yet. generous warriors, still forbear
To deal on all your vengeful blows ;
The train of helpless victims share,
Against their will they are our toes.
But oh, those despots stained with blood,
Those traitors leagu- and with base Bouilie,
Who make their native land their prey—
Death to the savage tiger brood !
March on &c.,
And when cur glorious sires are dead.
T heir virtues we shall surely find
When on the selfsame path we tread,
And track the tame they leave behind.
Less to survive them we desire
Than to partake their noble grave,
The proud ambition we shall have
To live for vengeance or expire.
Then up, &c.
Come, love of country, guide us now,
Endow our vengeful arms with might;
And dearest liberty, do thou,
And thy defenders in the fight.
Unto our llags let victory,
Called by thy stirring accents haste ;
Ami may thy dying foes at last
Thy triumph and our glory see.
Then up, and form ycur ranks, the hire
ling foe withstand,
March oa—his blood must fertilize the
land.
WAR IN EUROPE.
Berlin, August 7,4 p. m.—The folio?:- *
ing official dispa'ch has been received :
Mayence, August 6th, 610 p, m.—
The French were turned back on their en
tire line, and commenced a retreat towards
the interior of France. Tie French had ;
commenced an advance from Saarlruck,
which they had held since the famous bat
tle of three divisions against three compa
nies of Prussians ; but, having to fall back,
they burned that rich and unprotected
town. On withdrawing, they spread the
conflagration by throwing hot shot into it.
Saarbruck, August 6th, 7 p. rn.-The
town of Saarbruck has just been re-taken
by first Prussian corps, under command of
General Steinmetz.
Mayence, August 6th, 9 p. m.—The.
heads,of Prussian columns approached the
Saar on the sth. This morniDg General
Kamers found the enemy west of Saar
bruck in a strong position in the mountains
near Spiehren, and commenced immediate
ly to attack them. Following the sound of
cannon, a portion of the divisions of Bar
nakow and Stupnog came up. General
Goeben took command, and after a very
severe fight the position occupied bv Gen.
Froissard was taken by assault. General
Francai» and Col. Renter are among the
wounded.
Mayence, August 6, a. m. —Gen. Goe
ben reports concerning the fight west of
Saarbruck that many hundreds or prison
ers were taken. From this we gather that
Froissard’s corps was engaged. Our force
in the action was four divisions. Night
alone put an end to the fighting. The
enemy covered his retreat by a heavy fire
of artillery. Gen. Steinmetz arrived
the evening and took command. General
Fraucais is dead. Loss is heavy on both
sides. The number of officers of the ene
my killed is especially large.
Mayence, August 7, a. m. —The Prince
Royal reports, August 6th, evening, a bat
tle in which we defeated McMahoD, whose
corps had been reinforced by divisions from
the corps of Failly and Conrobcrt. We
have taken two eagles, six mitrailleuse
and four thousand prisoners. Gen Baze
was wounded. The loss was great on both
sides.
An official dispatch, dated Berlin, Au
gust 6th, via London, says the French
Emperor has withdrawn his entire line and
is concentrating his troops for the defence
of Pari* 3 . Ilis losses have been enormous.
The Prussians overtook the retreating
French forces, early on yesterday morning
west of SaarbruckeD, near Spiehren Hills,
The position at which the French endeav
ed to make a stand during their retrea
was carried by the Prussians at the pointt
of the bayonet. This battle is known as,
that of Hageneau.
Berlin, August 7.—King William
sends the following dispatch to the Queen;
Good news —a great victory has been won
by our “Friiz.” God r.e praised (or His
mercy. We car lured four thousand pris
oners, thirty guns, two standards, and six
mitrailleuse. McMalmD, during the fight,
was heavily reinforce 1 from the main
am y. The contest was very severe, and
lasted from seven in the morning until
nine at night, when the French retreated,
leaving the field to u;. Our losses were
heavy.
Mayence, August 7.— Prince Frede
rick Charles is at Blieskastel, and General
Steinmetz is between Sulzehack and £aar
bruck.
General Headquarters of the armies is
now stationed at Kaiser Lautern.
Sultz, August 7. a. m.—lt is reported
that Marshal M cMahon was wounded in
the battle of yesterday. We have taken
over four thousand prisoners.
Cologne, August 6, midnight.—There
was a violent combat near Saarbruekcn to
day, commencing at 11 in the morning,
and at 9 o’clock to-night it still continues.
Our troops repulsed the enemy, who have
abandoned the field of battle. We have
conquered. Oar losses are heavy.
London, August 7. —The position taken
by England in regard to Belgium is ap
proved by Prussia.
Paris, August 7. —The P/esse cf to-day
says that at the Bourse yesterday several
persons were arrested. At three o’clock
shouts of “A Las la Bourse” were uttered
by parties exasperated at the dissemination
of false news, whereupon an order was
given to close the Bourse. The crowd be
came furious, and tore up the railings ol
the enclosure. A force was brought to
bear, and the building was evacuated amid
applause from the crowd on the place out*
side.
A judicial investigation is now going on.
La Liberte publishes the following at
1 o’clock, to-day : Bourse was invaded ny
a crowd maddened with joy and enthusi
asm. Instantaneously the windows :n a.i
the streets near by were hung with tUgs
on account of a great victory announc'd
to have been gained by Marshal MacMa
hon. We managed te get through t..e
crowd'to the bureau of the Commissary ot
Police, who said he had not received any
official news. A few moments altorward a
placard was put up by the Administration,
which announced that the corps e! Mac*
Mahon had occupied a strong position, Pm
made no mention of a battle,
llentes are quoted at 07F. 70e.
Paris, August 7. —The Journal Ova
in its second edition of to-day, publishes
the following proclamation:
Frenchmen: Up to this hour we nave
always given without reserve ail certain
news which we have received and we con
tinue to do so. Last night we receded
fcllowing dispatches: . v , ,
Meiz, August 6. nndmvht -Marsh-.
MacMahon has lost a battle. Gen rroissaru