The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1862-07-09

+ VIC 'siiHuo VI fOtlS IhUlCal tHeb, WHO, WHell
they read OF fugitive slave sent back, or Il
negro turned out of camp, like any othe
stroling non-combataut start up in fury
and ask is ii for this the life blood of tn )
nation is spilled? is it for this we are fight
ing s"-Why no, gentlemen, it is not tcr
the negro, for his freedom or for his enslay :
ing, that we are fighting Why can't you
get il into your heads that this war pract
calIy and Theoretically, has nothing to do
with the negro? Ii is war of white mel,
in country settled by while men, in
habiled aud ruled by white men, ,and The witr
is for the good OF white men and white me II
only Yeiihese same gentlemen seem O
argue in a manner satisfactorily 10 them
selves, that when il is admitted that we e
not lighting 10 enslave negroes, the cor
verse must be true, that We ale fighting %
Tree negroes! A cotemporary gave Us tile
| other day sad picture OF wounded sui-
der, perhaps dying man, who had stf-
tered IN the war, and dem anded if we
| thought all that mans suffering was Tor
naught, connecting thefewi,h the noii In
that il was Tor he negro freedom that le
had suffered and his comrades had died -
] A thousand probabilities 10 one that if ths
man were asked whether he had Offered
! his life Oh the alter Tor the cause OF The
negro, he would repudiaIe The idea with
scorn.
Never since the world was made did
nation pour out lis treasure, It's great est
treasure, the life of lis youth aud manho 30 !,
as this nation has been doing. In ev.ry
mountain fastEess, on every plain of he
! North, there is a cottage from which a iion
or brother has gone to the battle field
la every city, village, and hamlet, from
the prarles 10 the ocean, old men sit sad
1 eyed, and mothers look out OF the wind,w
I through binding tears, for the return OF The
brave who have answered their -y's
call. Does the wind shake the trees with
unaccGstomed violence, there are a nal ion
throbbing hearts that beat quicker, ever in
! The hours of sleep, lest the sound belokeR
disaster from The field of blood. Does the
I morning break pleasantly with The soft ligh.
of June, so pleasant in the old times, tlers
4 is scarcely in all the land home 10 ye-
come the son with elaIness, an ey, to
I brighten with the cheerof the summer / ght
/ The land mourns. Old women go tote ring
! 10 the grave for lack of the support os The
I stout arms that lie nerveless by the l'oto-
mac or .he Tennessee. Young eyes are
! darkened with long grief and young hearts
are broken with the long long waiting and
I The terrible story that comes at last This
! is what they have done and suffered who
I are at home. And is all this for the glory
i OF the past, The Union of The Fathers The
/ land OF Washington
And they who have gone, the hun Ireds
I of thousands who have given themselves 10
/ the battle, what have they gone Tor They
have endured, have suffered, have fought,
| have fallen, in The cause for which they
! have enlisted. Their graves are all along
The banks of our mighty rlvers For what
have they diedl Follow one man that
army from his home through all that lie has
suffered consider all that he has los. He
was young and strong, aud he had hopes
be fore, aud affections around him He
1
where on earth so s,rong as here. Hs gave
| himself 10 the nation. He slept in the
winter nights under Ihe snow or under The
siars-he lived in one year as long, for ex-
posure and..suderng aud pain, as me ST men
live in seventy. He fought in baitls after
battle. The worst enemy that he met was
The fierce camp fever that grasped him in
| hoi conflict. In his delirinm the cool
breeze of the old home was onhis forehead
| and 10 his calrner hours he remembe red the
| well al his fathers door and longed for ii, as
David never longed for The water of the
! well of Bethlehem. Who can paint The
/ terrible story of the battle OF youth and
lever in the damp and dismal tent oil the
soldier on the feldi But he conquered
that enemy, anc another day he wal on the
/ battle field again, and in The midst OF the
| smoke and slaughter, he remembered The
/ blue eyes of the woman that loved him
more than life in the up-country, and even
then, as the memory OF those beloved eyes
blessed him death came il at his breast,
and the form that she would have sheltered
IN her arms against every human Voc, lay
on he plain, and he wiid food OF war
swept hilher and ,hiiher above the uncon-
scious clay. No-not unconscious yet
For once, his comrades, loving hin for all
that he bad been Of genlleness aHd yet of
| firmness, hero in the field but a child in
! the camp, his comrades as they rushed by
in The melee saw him open his eyes raise his
! right arm, and though they saw il not per-
iectly, they knew that he smile as he
waved his hands ouce-only once before
The darkness came.
| Will any one tell as what that dfing ges-
tnre wa designed to signify? Di. il imply
that in the moment of his passing, that
moment into which life is someliu ss om-
4! pressed, when the soul gathers up all lis
memories 10 carry away with it into the