66 Sunday we had looked forward to as a day of rest, but at eleven o'clock we were ordered to have an early dinner, as we must change our camping-ground for one two and a half miles nearer the river. We fell in at two o'clock, and, passing the advanced guard of Minnesota volunteers, descended from our table-land towards the river, and are now in advance of everything in this direction. "The Minnesota regiment which is to support us is the same that acted so well at Bull's Run, was the last to leave the field, and in good order. We reached our final camp-grounds at four o'clock, and have now got our tents pitched and guard mounted, and hope to remain here a week or two, to "get up again on our drill, &c., which must have suffered somewhat from our late irregularities. "The air of the tents feels close and uncomfortable, after having been accustomed to sleep in the open air. My next may be dated from the banks of the Potomac." THE MARCH OF THE MUD-SILLS. FROM the South, in stormy April, seen and dreaded from afar, We had hoped that such a contest waited for another age, That the record of such baseness would defile a later page; But since you have thrust it on us, we will shape it as we can, Taking up the angry gauntlet in the name and aid of man. We are turned from calmer labors; you are fretted from your sloth; • Let our arbiters, the nations, look and judge between us both; And, as here we stand contrasted, let it once for all be seen What these words about our labor and our independence mean. We were born of earnest parents; and from them have tried to learn, That the goods we deigned to covet it was no disgrace to earn : We have learned the dear-bought lesson, which they brought across the sea, That though idleness is pleasant, it is sweeter to be free! Once there was a time of danger; you did not despise us then; For you gave a noble leader and we furnished him with men. Then for you we turned to battle, put our strength and courage forth, Perilled in the Carolinas all we rescued in the North. As we helped you, so we loved you; for we could not then believe That we only love while giving, only hate when we receive. We have filled the land with railroads, sent our vessels through the seas, We have cut away the forests, filled the fertile plains with life, In the progress of the country we have more than borne our part; We have furnished you with fabrics, from machinery to brooms, We have clothed you with the products of our workshops and our looms; And the toils and institutions of the mud-sills you deride Are the source of all your comforts and the cause of all your pride. And the taunting name of Mud-sill; we adopt it here to-day. By the perjury of statesmen and the robberies of Floyd. While the same heroic daring that they glory to recall Makes the follies of the present seem sarcastically small. You have turned from many channels, where it calmly rolled before, Industry's resistless torrent to the foaming sea of war. Commerce felt your feeble pressure, and is pouring down a host From a quieter employment to beleaguer all your coast. When you check your sales of cotton, till the mighty wheels are still, In the strength of quiet purpose, all your blows we counted small, Then you roused a mighty people, and from out that solemn hush Burst a tempest such as gathers only once, and then to crush. Tell us not of our reverses; for to us they seem to be But as irritable pebbles flung against a raging sea; And as ocean waves sweep backward to return with grander swell, DOGMATIC ANALOGY. STRANGE difficulties have been raised by some concerning personal identity, or the sameness of living agents, implied in the notion of a dog's existing now and hereafter. But let us consider what the analogy of nature suggests, and whether it be not probable that he may survive this change, and exist in a future state of life and perception. From his being born into the world in the helpless, imperfect state of a puppy, and from thence blooming forth a mature dog, we may certainly found a presumption that he is destined to a future life, in which No flea shall be his pest, No boy shall shout kiyi, But he shall be at rest. Now if it would be in a manner certain that he would survive death, provided it were certain that death would not be his destruction, it must be highly probable that he will survive it, if we have no ground for thinking that he will not. There can be no ground for thinking that death will be his destruction; for is it not certain that man never dies, and are we not all dogs, some sad dogs, to be sure, and some gay dogs, but still all dogs? One of the highest of the former dignitaries of Venice belonged to the canine species. Who has not heard of the Dog of Venice? Nature furnishes us with another analogy in proof of this assertion. The well-known dogma that the cat has nine lives must certainly lead us to suppose that the dog, a far superior animal, may surely have two, for, says Virgil, "canibus catulos similes," dogs and cats are just alike. Innumerable instances might be adduced to prove that quickness of perception is one of the essential characteristics of the canine species. It is well known that dogs are exceedingly fond of students, wags, and all talented persons. That they are thought to appreciate much of ordinary conversation is shown by the words "I am Sir Oracle; And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark." The greatest of Latin poets, Virgil himself, in his classification of subjects, says in the first line of the Æneid that he shall tell "Arma virumque cano,” "Of men and arms and dogs"; and, evidently considering the last mentioned as the most important, and pluming himself upon his originality, goes on to say, "And I am the first man of Troy that has sung about their litters"; thus descending even to particulars in his enumeration. It may seem to some, on first thoughts, that the translation "their litters" is too free; but surely no classical mind can for an instant doubt that, had it not been for the exquisite purity of Virgil's taste in regard to metre, he would infallibly have inserted before "Littora" the word "puppium." Horace too, evidently referring to the Scotch terrier, speaks of "Prata canis albicant pruinis,”. "Fields white with snowy dogs." Shakespeare also shows his belief in the future life of dogs, by saying, "O be thou damned, inexorable dog!" plainly evincing his assurance of the existence of a hotter world, at all events, for the canine race. These quotations sufficiently testify to the high esteem in which this race of animals is held by man, and point with some degree of certainty to their future life, as they are here invested with such high powers that it seems impossible that they should not see another world. But irrefragable testimony is furnished by Horace when he speaks of and this too, "ipsis in faucibus Orci"; which proves two points, namely, that the dog's second existence has been attested by an eyewitness, and that death does not destroy or suspend his power of flexion (caudal) as exercised in this world, although the word "leniter" seems to imply that that power is in some degree weakened. Virgil also refers to the same individual in the same peculiar circum stances. Again, it is as easy to conceive that a dog may exist out of his body as in it. Why is it the invariable tendency of man, on viewing a certain elongated and greasy condiment, having the form of an ellipsoid of very great eccentricity, to whistle and snap his fingers, if he be not firmly persuaded of this fact? We see by experience that dogs may lose their limbs, and even the greatest part of their bodies, and yet remain the same living agents; for it is an every-day occur |