The Sun.
London, England, 1866-08-13 00:00:00

STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY.

The follewing is a correct version of the glorious
rebel ballad, which was so popular in Confederate
camps and homes during the war :
Come, stack arms, men ! Pile on the rails ;
Stir up the camp-fire bright !
No matter if the canteen fails,
We'll make a roaring night.
Here Shenandoah brawls along,
There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong—
To swell the Brigade's rousing song,
Of Stonewall Jackson's Way.
We see him now : the old slouched hat

Cocked o'er his eye askew;
The shrewd, dry smile; the speech so pat—
So calm, so blunt, so true !
The Blue Light Elder knows 'em well ;
Says he, " That's Banks; he's fond of shell,
Lord, save his soul 1 we'll give him."—Well,
That's Stonewall Jackson's Way.
Silence ! Ground arms ! Kneel all I Caps off !
Old Blue Light's going to pray.
Strangle the fool that dares to scoff ;

Attention it's his way,
Appealing from his native sod
In forma pauperis to God,
" Lay bare thine arm ! Streteh forth thy rod !
Amen!" That's Stonewall's Way.
He's in the saddle now : Fall in !

Steady ! the whole Brigade.
Hill's at the ford, cut off ; we'll win
His way out, ball and blade.
What matter if our shoes are worn ?
What matter if our feet are torn ?
Quick step ! we're with him before morn,
That's Stonewall Jackson's Way.

The sun's bright lances rout the mists
Of morning ; and, by George !
Hero's Longstroet, struggling in the lists,
Hemmed in an ugly gorge.
Pope and his Yankees—whipped before !
"Bay'nets and grape !" here Stonewall roar.
" Charge, Stuart ! Pay off Ashby's score,
In *,tonewall Jackson's Way !"
Ah, maiden! wait, and watch and yearn
For news of Stonewall's band.
Ah, widow ! read, with eyes that burn.
T hat ring upon thy hand.
Ah, wife ! sow on, prey on, hope on,
Thy life shall not be all forlorn,
The foe had better ne'er been born
That gets in Stonewall's Way.

THE ADELPHI Pic-Nic.—•The seventh annual
pic-nic of the Adelphi Theatre Company took place
on Thursday last, when a most delightful day was passed.
The River Queen (one of the Citizen Company's Boats),
commanded by Captain G. Ayres, was chartered expressly
for the occasion, and proceeded amidst the strains of Mr.
Riviere's excellent brass band to the Island Hotel,
Twickenham Ait, where a most substantial dinner was
served by Mrs. Mayo ; dancing was kept up with great
spirit the whole of the day. Amongst the company we
observed Mrs. Kelley, Mrs. Chatterley, Mrs. A. Mellon,
Miss Furtado, MTs. Billington, Miss H. Simms, Mr. Benj.
Webster, Mr. W. S. Webster, Mr. Benjamin Webster, jun.,
Mr. J. L. Toole, Mr. Paul Bedford, Mr. J. W. Anson, Mr.
R. Phillips, Mr. Leicester Buckingham, Mr. Billiugtou,
and Mr. Furtado.

THE Count—According to the latest arrange-
ments her Majesty the Queen, accompanied by their
Royal Highnesses Prince Leopold and Princesses Louise
and Beatrice, and attended by the ladies and gentlemen of
the suite, is now expected to arrive at Windsor Castle on
the 22d inst.., when the Queen will receive from the Town
Council a congratulatory address on the occasion of the
marriage of Princess Helena. Her Majesty will remain one
or two nights at the castle. During the absence of the
Court from Windsor various portions of the Castle aro un-
dergoing renovation, including the portico in front of the
grand staircase and the apartments over the library on
the North Terrace.— Windsor and Eton News.
THE NEEDLE-GUN.—The invention of the needle-
gun, it appears, is now claimed by Ireland. Captain James
Whitley is named as the inventor, and as having had a
breech-loading needle-gun made in 1823 by Messrs. Tru-
lock, of Dublin. Discouraged by the indifference shown
at Woolwich to Captain Norton's elongated shot, Captain
Whitley did not carry out the design he had of patenting
his invention, the secret of which has been mastered by
another. Such is the story told in Ireland.
SAD OCCURRENCE.—Between 1 and 2 o'clock
yesterday morning Sir Gilbert East lost his life near
the pier at Ryde in a manner which has not yet been satis-
factorily explained. He has been in the habit for many
years of'spending the yachting season at Ryde, and this
year his fine schooner yacht the Lalla Rookh has been out
daily during the regattas on the Solent. She was at her
moorings, about 400 yards from the pier head, on Satur-
day afternoon, when Sir Gilbert, accompanied by a female
companion, came ashore in his own cutter and spent the
evening in Ryde. Between 1 and 2 o'clock this morning
he passed through the toll-gates with the same person, as
the piermen supposed, to go on board his.-yacht. It was
high water, and raining heavily at the time, and before
they could have got half way down the pier the attention
of the few persons at the gate-house at that hour was
excited by the piercing shrieks of a woman. Capt. Craske,
one of the oldest officers of the Royal Mail Isle of Wight
steamboat service, happened to be at the toll-house in the
performance of his duty at the time, and Cousins, the pier
watchman, and others ran in the direction from which
the cries proceeded. On reaching the roundhouse
they found a lady in a state of great excite-
ment, and a voice from the water was distinctly
heard crying out, "Save me ! Oh ! save a drowning
man ! I'm_ all right !" Adams, one of the crew of Mr.
Hudson's yacht the Caroline, who was among the few pre-
sent, ran to his cutter alongside the slip about 250 yards
distant, but before he and his mates could get back to the
spot whence the cries came all traces of any person in the
water were lost. The search was continued for several
hours, but without avail, and although the spot has been
dry twice since the morning the body has not yet been re.
covered. Sfr Gilbert's companion returned to the toll-
house, and subsequently went off in the cutter of the
Lalla Rookh, the crew of which had been awaiting the
arrival of their owner at the pier gates, but on seeing him
approach had hastened off to the pier head, where their
boat was moored, and where they had been out of hearing
of the alarm excited by the sad event. It is said that Sir
Gilbert was an excellent swimmer, so that the circumstances
of his death appears the more extraordinary.
A CANOE EXCURSION.—On the 6th instant the
mate of the Canoe Club, Mr. James Inwards, left
Inverness in his cedar canoe, the Myra, for a tat) down the
Caledonian Canal and some of the grandest of the Scotacdh
lakes. The canoe, which is 18ft. long and 22in. brcoted,
weighs only 361 b., and, as might have been
ra
created some astonishment on Scotch waters. h
reached Foyers the same afternoon, after a roug ptaso sßale,
down Loch Ness. The proposed route is by canal -
navie, along Loch Etive, down the Awe to Loch Awe, into
Lochs Fyne, Long, Lotnond, and probably Loch Katrine
—Scotsman.