The Des Arc weekly citizen., 1861-09-25

Evan, P. N. Yerby, J. N Avery, M. Matkin,
 l.. G. Dode, E. T. Brown, j.. w. Johnson, F.
 NJ. Garnet, Quint. Elliott, E. R. McPherson, w. T. Rowland, Wm. Lee, L. N. Matlocl1,
 O. T. Jackson, J. c. Dillin, Lieut. J. K. Phil lips, D. T. Baldwin, F. Wilson, A. ]. Bur kilt, J. Goliher, M. Garner and many others
 sgsgazs For the Des Arc Citizen.
 THE H0NORED DEAD OF THE DIES ARC RANGERS. Peace to their memory, while halo of glo-. " encircles their names Slain in battle for
 their country's freedom! brave and noble spir- its! ye sleep the sleep that knows no waking. But cherished.are your valorous deeds even now, while in sadness and sorrow we trace the lines that record your departure. In our first engagement upon the 10th day of August 1861, upon the battlefield, on Will sons Creek near Springfield, upon the {" "Bloody Hil,o fell James M. Williamson. Thomas l. | Miles, Benj F. Freeman and c. L. Tuck, there sacrificing their lives and copsecr ating their blood for the liberty and freedom of their country. On the 18th, in Springfield, Mo, died Alexander McIntSsh, on the 18th, Levin Harrison and on the 18th, Joseph c. Parking ton of wounds receivedupon the battle ground l on the 10th day of August. Thus has passed 1 away as true and faithful, as brave and chiv- alrous spirits as ever animated Roman or l Spartan breast They fell in the thickest of the fght-'midst the scared woods lay the l lifeless forms. In front of the merciless foe,
 where the ruthless Lyon bit his mother earth 1 fell my brave dead. Peace to their ashes, while enduring honors and unfading aurels shall bedeck their pallid brows. Sleep on l meath the sod where thy comrades laid thee 1 until the archangel trump shall call thee to inn mortal glory. THEIR CAPTAIN 1 Springfield, Mo-, August ssh, 1861. 1 DIEp.--At Springfield, Missouri, on the 7th | of Sept, Lieut.. DUNCAN McIvER in the 2Sth year of his age. At the battle of Oak Hills l he was mortally wounded while leading his
 men in the fourth deadly charge against Lyon,
 and in front of his deadly batteries. At an early period in the fight, the Capt. and 1st
 Lieutenant left the field, and the whole com
 mand now fell on Lieut. McIyER and for five | or six hours braveiy did he cheer and lead on
 his men, his battle cry being, 'fvictory, or l death 70 For four weeks he suffered the
 most excruciatng pain, which he bore with out murmur.
 l But the crowning glory of this young sol- l dier was his religious character. For many years he had comfortable evidence that he was new creature in Christ Jesus; that he
 was born of the spirit, and justified by the
 righteousness of Christ. Only few weeks before he left for the army, he united himself
 with the Wattensaw Presbyterian Church where, with his father, mother, sisters and 1 only brother, he ate bread and drank wine. l in commemoration of his Sayiour's dying love As he approached his end he spoke almost 1 with rapture of the world to which he was going. ssi shall soon De at home with my blessed Saviour-no more war, nor alarm, but l eternal peace and rest.' The Chaplain of the ,aptc ant thaI of inf | ton, that he had never seen dying man more 1 fully sustained in death, by the power of liv- ing faith, than was Lieut.. McIvER.
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 He left his home at his country's call, And the loved ones there, and his plighted vow,
 For he would not to the despot's thrall willing subject cringe and bow. His yonng heart panted to be free, And his manly form stood side by side With those who fought for liberty, Their country's joy, their country's pride. One charge he made, and two, and three, And Oak Hill's soil is stained with gore, And oh the fourth reluctantly,
 This brave one yields to fight no more. | They bore him gently from the ground, He meekly now endured it all l As four long weeks of pain rolled round
 r. For he went at his country's call. 1 His soul went up at his saviour's call, 1 Washed in his precious blood,
 And clothed in his glorious righteousness Like all the Saints of God.
 And it basks in the beams of the light o l Heaven,
 1 In the glorious realms of peace,
 And it feels that it's sins are all forgiven Through free unbounded grace.
 By the dear old side of the House of God
 His devoted form we laid, | Where the cannons roar shall be heard nc more,
 | But peace shall brood o'er his head. l Till his body so blest, now united to Chris | In the joyous resurrect morn, i Shall its mortal put of, and arise with the just | And It's glorious immortal put on.
 Then brave one, farewell we shall all miss l thee now,
 ! At the stricken one's couch, and wherever 1 we meet;
 | But to God only wise, we most reverently bow 1 And lay our poor wills at ImmanuePs feet. l c. A. c.
 
 G59- Hon. Willie P. Mangum, ef North
 Carolina, died at his residence in Orange
 county, in that State, on Saturday the 7th 1 inst at an advanced age. For some years he