THE WOMEN AND THE WAR, 
w A horseman brave supports my blade, 
The weapon of a freeman made; 
For him I shine—for liim I'll wade 
Through blood and death—Hurrah!" 
Yes, m,y good sword, I still am free, 
And fond affection bear to thee, 
As if thou wert betrothed to me, 
My first dear bride—Hurrah! 
“ Soldier of freedom, then I'm thine; 
For thee alone my blade shall shine,— 
When, soldier, shall I call thee mine, 
Joined In the field! 1 —Hurrah!'' 
Soon shall our bridal morn arise: 
When the shrill trumpet's summons flies, 
And red guns flash along" the slues, 
Well join our hands—Hurrah.' 
“O, sacred union! Haste away, 
Ye tardy moments of delay,— 
I long, my bridegroom, for the day 
To be thy bride—Hurrah!” 
Then why cling to the scabbard—why; • 
Thou messenger of destiny, 
So wild, so fond of battle cry, 
Why cling'st thou there?—Hurrah! 
“ Though fond in battle fields to serve, 
I hold myself in dread reserve 
The cause of Freedom to preserve,— 
For this 1 stay—Hurrah!” 
Then still in narrow compass rest; 
Ere a long space thou shalt be blest. 
Within my anient grasp comprest, 
Ready for fight—Hurrah! 
“ Oh, let me not too long await; 
I love the gory field of fate, 
Where death's rich roses grow elate 
In bloody blooms—HurrahP 
Then forth! quick from the scabbard fly, 
Thou treasure of the soldier’s eye,— 
Come, to the sAme of slaughter hie, 
Thy cherished home—Hurrah! 
O, glorious thus in nuptial tie 
To wed beneath heaven's canopy! 
Bright as a sunbeam of the sky 
Glitters your bride—Hurrah! 
Forth, then, thou messenger of strife, 
Thou German soldier’s plighted wife; 
Who feels not renovated life 
When clasping thee?—Hurrah! 
While in thy scabbard at thy side, 
I seldom gazed on thee, my bride; 
Now heaven has bid us ne'er divide,— 
Forever joined—Hurrah! 
Then glowing to my lips I’ll press, 
And all my ardent vows confess; 
O, cursed be be beyond redress 
Who'd thee forsake—Hurrah! 
Let joy sit on thy polish’d eyes, 
While glancing sparkles flashing rise,— 
Our marriage day dawns in the skies, 
My bride of steel—Hurrah! 
Penfield, Mon. Co., N. Y . 1862. J. 
At the very beginning of the present unholy 
rebellion, the patriotism of Northern women was 
made apparent in a thousand channels. No labor 
so severe, no task so arduous, no danger so great, no 
sacrifice bo momentous, but Northern mothers, 
wives, and sisters, proved equal to the duties 
imposed, !be hardships encountered, and the offer¬ 
ings demanded, in the defence of Liberty and Law, 
Numberless incidents exhibiting this disposition 
have passed under observation. It has been our 
desire to place them on record, and we now offer 
the following to show that the females of to-day are 
worthy of the same high honors so proudly awarded 
to the mothers and daughters of the Revolution: 
The Heroine 
[Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker.] 
LINES “ON A LOCK OF HAIR 
[Written for MorjTe’f. Rural New-Yorker ] 
CARL THEODOR KORNER. 
[Written for Moore’B Rural New-Yorker.] 
WHERE SHALL I GO EXCEPT TO THEE? 
Tms little lock of silken hair, 
Tia but a simple tiling, • 
And yet to every slanging thread 
A thousand memories cling. 
It speaks to me of blighted hopes, 
Of hearts left sad and lone, 
And of a dreary, aching void 
Within the walls of home. 
Oft as the rosy morning dawns 
I strain my eyes to see 
Her fairy form, and iist to hear 
Sweet tones of childish glee. 
She comes not, and the days seem long, 
Her fond caress I miss. 
The pressure of her little band : 
Her fervent, good night kiss 
This little lock of sunny hair 
I gaze on it with tears. 
And yet my saddened spirit looks 
Beyond the flight of years, 
When I the little one shall meet— 
If 1 but live aright— 
In that fair land where flowers ne’er fade. 
And where death leaves no blight. 
Republic, Ohio, 1882. 
The following sketch of the renowned young 
German poet and soldier, Ivor.ver, together with 
one or two of his stirring battle songs, will, I trust, 
not be unacceptable to your readers, especially as 
at this time there 
tlY MISS M. HOUSE 
That blest retreat, the throne of prayer, 
I'll turn iny weary footsteps there. 
Thy presence, Loru, I’ll humbly seek, 
And place my oilering at Thy feet; 
A heart with tears of sorrow stained, 
Words that proceed from lips unfeigned. 
For when the heart has weary grown 
Of earthward joys, which lately shone, 
Of hollow friendship, coldly free, 
Where shall 1 go except to Thee? 
Lord, make me humble; keep, I pray 
My feet from stumbling in the way; 
From fashion's high and haughty mien, 
From pleasure’s dazzling, gilded sheen. 
From every gay enchantment given 
To lure me from the path to heaven,— 
When these temptations compass me, 
Where shall I go except to Thee? 
And may my footsteps never stray 
From the Strait Gate and Narrow Way, 
Ne’er found in any way but this, 
Which leads to joy and happiness. 
And when the blessed Rest draws nigh, 
And we lay these pilgrim vestments by, 
Grant me that Rest,—to me allot 
A crown of glory which fadeth not. 
Gatlin, Chemung Co.. N Y , 1862. 
arc so many of the brave court try- 
men of Korner found in the army of the Union, 
fighting in the same good cause of freedom and 
patriotism to which the young poet-soldier sacri¬ 
ficed his life. Resides, among the soldiers of our 
own country there are many of her first literary 
men and students, who have entered her service in 
this the hour of peril. To these sons of genius who 
have thus heroically girded on the sword at the call 
of duty, this battle song of a noble compatriot will 
lie a fitting memento. 
Carl Theoper KorxEr was born in Dresden, 
September 23d. 1791, and was the son of an honora¬ 
ble counselor of appeals. In early life, Theodor 
was considered of a feeble constitution, and his 
course of study was retarded on that account; but, 
by the practice of gymnastic exercises, he soon 
overcame this feebleness, and became one of the 
roost expert in swimming, in riding, and as a fencer. 
With increasing bodily health and strength, he 
devoted himself to study, and acquired a knowledge 
of history, mathematics, and philosophy, 
of Newbern. — Mrs. Brownell, 
wife of Orderly Sergeant R. S. Brownell, of the 5th 
Rhode Island Volunteers, accompanied her hus¬ 
band, who was severely wounded at Newbern, to 
New York, in the Cossack, and is now at the hospi¬ 
tal of the Soldiers’ Relief Association, at 194 Broad¬ 
way, tending to the wants of her husband, and 
assisting in nursing the soldiers who still remain at 
that place, Mrs. Brownell was with the 3d Rhode 
Island regiment at, the buttle of Bull Run, having 
been adopted as the “child* of the regiment" by 
Geu. Burnside, then colonel. She was on the field 
at the battle of Roanoke Island, in spite of the many 
efforts to keep her out of the way of danger. At 
the battle of Newbern she exhibited that presence 
of mind and bravery which proved her a woman of 
the most heroic character. She was on the field 
during the whole of the engagement, attending to 
the wounded, and giving encouragement by her period,—not neglecting, however, to give attention 
fortitude and presence to the soldiers, 
standard bearer of the Oth regiment fell, she seized 
the banner, and while carrying it across the field 
received a wound. She has brought with her a | mate friends of his family; and. doubtless, to their 
Secessia rifle which she found after the battle, and 
which she considers a prize of no little value. The 
ladies of the hospital are much interested in the 
bravo “ child of the regiment,” and bestow upon her 
all the kindness which she merits. 
Miss Debbie A. Hughes, M. D,— Early in life 
Miss Hughes gave her attention to the study of 
medicine, and graduated with honor. When the 
of history, mathematics, and philosophy.—which 
constituted the favorite subjects of study at this 
BY LEAD PENCIL, ESQ. 
“Do not do it, Emma— pray do not do it. You 
had far better cultivate your affections than give 
them such a blow as will result if you refuse to 
speak to your husband after this trifling emeute this 
morning. 
[Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker.] 
“MARY’S DEAD!” 
When the | to poetry and .music as lighter accomplishments, to 
which his tastes inclined him. The distinguished 
poets, Schiller and Ochlensculager, were inti- 
ac¬ 
quaintance and intercourse he was indebted for the 
direction and stimulus given to his own genius at 
this early period, and the remainder of his life. 
At the ago of seventeen, Korner was sent to a 
school at Freyburg. to learn the art of mining, 
which he then expected to follow as a profession; 
but the muses still held sway over his mind and 
heart, and at the close of a year he left Freyburg, 
returning to his father’s house, where soon after¬ 
ward he edited and published his first poetic pro¬ 
ductions, entitled “ Buds.” 
During the year 1810, Korner went to Leipsic 
for the purpose of spending some time at the Uni¬ 
versity. This was a period of great excitement 
throughout Europe, and the students of the Univer- 
sitfeswere in great commotion; but while abstaining 
from any active participation in these strifes, yet it is 
evident he there imbibed that passionate love of 
liberty that afterward took possession of his whole 
being. 
From Lei pic he went to Berlin, to prosecute his 
studies still further; but an attack of fever and 
ague led him to finally resort to Vienna to recruit 
his health by a change of climate. In the latter 
place, his literary career may be said to have begun, 
as for a long period he devoted himself to writing 
tor the stage, of which ho became a director. Here, 
in the short space of fifteen moullis, by the 
You were both wrong-” 
“ But, Aunt-” 
“ No, no, do not talk now. You are in no mood 
for it You had better far think a little while. You 
have had no serious, rational thoughts this morning; 
not one. You must give up, this once, and say not 
a word more until you have thoughtfully reviewed 
the whole cause of this morning's unhappiness.” 
“ But 1 tell you, Aunt, I’m not to bl-” 
“Hold, I say, Emma; before you say anything to 
bolster up your self-righteousness, you had better 
analyze your acts, your position, your words, your 
feelings, toward your husband. Discover, if you 
can, anything beautiful, commendable, worthy, or 
justifiable in them. Do not hasten to assert that 
you do until you have carefully and calmly thought 
ot the whole subject. And, pray, do not dwell 
upon what he said or did, but upon what you did 
and said. No matter what ho said or did, you are 
not to refer to it at all. He has got his own words 
and acts to answer for and repent of. If he did 
wrong you have no excuse for doing so. Your own 
acts and words are what you are responsible for— 
wuicu urqugnt uer suddenly to tno grave. After 
she had been sick for a short time, the attending 
physician, who was a near relative, felt assured that 
she could not recover. Standing one side of the 
apartment, endeavoring to prepare himself to calmly 
reveal to her his sad conviction, she suddenly ex¬ 
claimed, 
“My dear uncle, you do not think I can recover, 
do you?” 
“ I consider your recovery doubtful,” he answered, 
as he stepped hastily to her bed-side. 
After her emotions had somewhat subsided, she 
clasped hi? hand, saying, “I thank you, dear uncle, 
for your frankness. And now, tell me, oh! tell me, 
what I must do to prepare to meet my God. You 
know how I have passed my youth—a thoughtless 
girl in the circles of fashion—and that I am as igno¬ 
rant of spiritual duties as a little child.” 
It was but too true. Mary’s sainted mother died 
in her infancy, and her proud father had lavished 
upon his only child all the advantages which wealth 
could procure. But her training bad been of such a 
nature as to keep from her mind all thoughts of 
solemn realities connected with human life. Now, 
she confronted the dread messenger whom all must 
meet, and, sad thought! unprepared. The kind, 
Christian physician, prayed with Mary, and gave 
her the best instruction in his power. Mary’s own 
exercise 
of his powerful mind and varied talents, he rose to 
eminence, and his productions of this period were 
numerous and eminently successful. In the capital 
ol Austria, he enjoyed the friendship of Humboldt, 
Schi.egkl, and other distinguished persons. 
The German States were now arming against a 
French invasion; and although upon the eve of 
marriage to a young lady whom lie deeply loved, 
Korner laid aside the pen for the sword, the bridal 
dress he exchanged tor the soldier's uniform, and 
the nuptials with Death.. 
Korner entered the volunteer corps of Yon 
Lftzow, and soon attained the rank of Lieutenant, 
no thus wrote to his father: “I must forth; 1 must 
oppose my breast to the waves of this storm. Could 
I furred upon her. Mrs. Reynolds is at present iu 
Peoria, but will leave to join her regiment in a day 
or two. 
A Touching Incident.- The following from the 
Cincinnati Times will give our readers who have 
done nothing for the Government something to 
think of: 
A day or two ago a volunteer, about to rejoin bis 
regiment, advertised that he would take letters for 
his comrades of the same regiment. He received a 
great many letters and packages containing small 
--j. There was one 
saved himself and comrade. The night was spen 
in the woods; and under a tree, expecting to di< 
from his wound, he wrote a 
farewell to life. 
My deep wound burns, my pale lips quake in death; 
I feel my fainting heart resign its strife, 
And reaching now the limits of my life, 
Lord, to Thy will I yield my parting breath. 
Yet many a dream hath charmed my youthful eye; 
And must life’s tairy visions all depart? 
Oh, surely no; for all that tired my heart 
To rapture here, shall live with me on high. 
And that fair form that won my earliest vow, 
That my young spirit prized all else above. 
And now adored as freedom, now as love, 
Stands in seraphic guise before nie now; 
And as my fading senses ebb away, 
It beckons me on high to realms of endless day. 
Soon alter Ivorner’s recovery from this wound, 
he returned to Leipsic, and thence to Berlin. He 
soou took his position again in the corps of Von 
Lftzow, and with it was ordered to the right 
bank of the Elba. On the 17tk August, hostilities 
again commenced, and nine days after, the corps 
attacked a transport train attended by two regi¬ 
ments. While Korner was reading the following 
remarkable piece from his note book to a companion, 
as he had just penciled it down, the signal for 
attack was given. The enemy was beaten back, 
and in the retreat, while foremost in pursuit, Kor¬ 
ner received a ball, which passed through the spine, 
and he soon expired. 
Thus died, in his twenty-second year, one of the 
most gifted and patriotic bards of modern times. 
Over his remains a monument was erected, bearing 
“ The Lyre and SiBOVd." His countrymen hold 
the name of Theodor Korner sacred, and among 
the illustrious of the “Fatherland,” no name is 
more revered than that of the patriotic bard of 
Germany. The following translation of the “ Sword 
Song ” is from a European journal: 
Thou sword upon my belted vest, 
What means thy glittering polished crest, 
Thus iu my ardent glowing breast 
Raising a flame?—Hurrah! 
If we dare judge at all, it seems as if those were 
failures who die before the time, worn out by kick¬ 
ing against the pricks,—trying to do the work laid 
out for many hands. We cannot get from God an 
extra life; and the more we concentrate into the be¬ 
ginning of our time, the sooner comes the demand 
for rest, which must be obeyed, due allowance first 
being made lor an increase of strength by exercise. 
Do not all know at least one life so shortened, by 
earnest, faithful struggles? It is this same endeavor 
to develop all sides at once, to grasp more than the 
hands were made to hold, which drives many a man 
of talent to intemperance, to supply a temporary 
power which nature refusos to grant. 
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HOW TO AVOID A BAD HUSBAND 
donations from loved ones at home, 
person who attracted more attention than the rest. 
She was a girl of seventeen summers, scantily but 
neatly dressed, and but for the care which marked 
every feature of her countenance, would have been 
termed pretty. 
“ This letter,” said she to the lady who received 
her, “is for my brother. Will it reach him, do you 
think?” 
“ It will, certainly.” 
“I am so glad! There is a dollar in it, madam, 
for my brother. It is a small sum to send him, (and 
the tears filled her eyes,) but it is my last dollar! ” 
“Yourlast dollar?”. 
“ Yes. You see, since my brother went to war, I 
am left alone with my poor old mother. Work has 
been scarce, and I can barely make enough to live 
on. But when we heard how our soldiers were suf¬ 
fering, our hearts were much pained, and mother 
and I have been grieving over the fate of my poor 
brother. We had only a dollar, and we send it to 
If one should give me a dish of sand, and tell me 
there were particles of iron in it, I might look for 
them with my eyes, and search for them with my 
clumsy lingers, and be unable to detect them; but 
let me take a magnet and sweep through it, and how 
would it draw to itself the almost invisible parti¬ 
cles, by the mere power of attraction! The un¬ 
thankful heart, like my finger in the sand, discovers 
no mercies; but let the thankful heartsweep through 
the day, and as ihe magnet finds the iron, so it will 
find iu every hour some heavenly blessings; only, 
the iron in God’s sand is gold. 
Could the habitual swearer only see the list of 
his oaths, as taken down by the recording angel, he 
would never suspect that it was the work of a man; 
but be would suppose it was the outpouring of some 
satanic spirit who had devoted all the energies of his 
mind to the task of reviling his Maker. And though 
he might be a bravo man, his knees would kuock 
like Belshazzar’s when ho saw the handwriting on 
the wall; and the pen would drop from his nerve¬ 
less grasp, if he were required to write his signature 
to the list and acknowledge it as his deed. 
m. , , ..... -v.vMM.jr, giuutuvu a iuaa ot corn, last wepk <riven 
The external appearance is an index to the heart. them by the farmers, drove R, to town, Tnd sold it 
demon “ * ’ * **** * at auction. ( a young My being £four 
m u . , cents above the market price, the money to go for 
10. Finally, never marry a man who is addicted supplies for sick and wounded soldiers 
to the use ot ardent spirits. Depend upon it, you _ 
Z ^,r,“ Z J°“ To Parents.—P arents wiilrecoliecuhat in order 
” a man whose ire.itli is Polluted, and whose to cause their children to lovo thorn, thej must care- 
TOals are tang gnawed out by alcohol. folly manifest their love to their children and to 
In the choice of a wife, take the obedient daughter order to induce their children to speak the truth at 
of a good mother. Louise S. all times, the parent or guardian should be careful 
Ledyard, N. Y., 1862. never to deceive them. 
A man may go to heaven without health, without 
riches, without honors, without friends; but ho can 
never get there without Christ.— Dyer. 
Ingratitude is so deadly a poison that it destroys 
the very bosom in which it is harbored. 
