Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1866-02-13

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For the Spectator.
Lines to the Memory of Gen. 'StonewaI"
Jackson,
By T. VIC
On the plains Of Manassas his spirit first shons
In warriors most glorious light,
Az he led his men on with tn inspiring tone
To conquer or die" in the fight.
The battle ragged fearfully. terribly long.
And standing still seemd the red sun,
As though it were watching that brave Southern
thrOng, sff
Fighting nobly 'gainst many to one.
And tho they outnumber our courage baud
They could not withstand its firm shock
But turn'd in dismay and fed from our land,
scatterd and fugitive flock.
The Valley will ring with his praises as long
As our dear land possesses u name,
His deeds will be written in story and song
And ages will honor his fame.
Yea, verify, unto the end of the earth, -... -..
Remembrance of him will be bright,
With noble Virginia, the State of his birth,
As liberty high honor knight.
Oh sad was the day when his form was laid low.
The nation mourn d deep for its dead;
But even our strong and valorous () foe
Wept for him-sO it is said.
At Charlottesville, his great spirit was giv'n
To country. to freedom-to ALL
He had finish d his work and was want'd in hesv'R
And readily answered the CALL
They carried his mangled form gently away
From the field which his vaor had won.
For the Cross waved high in triumph that day
And blest with the rays of the sun.
They carried him down to the banks when he
said
.'Let us cross O er the river and resta
Under tn shade of the trees'-for his faint, sch-
ing head
Was dropping meath Deaths awful test.
First soft ming the ground with their tears, they
then laid
Their chieftain upon the green sod;
And while unto Heaven, to spare him, they prsy'd
His spotless soul went to its God
ANECDOTE OF SIDNEY JOHNSTON. W.
NJ, says an exchange, sends us the following
anecdote of the late General Sidney Johnston ::
Nv hlle Sidney Johnston resided on Oyster
creek, in Texas, he kept tame Mexican lion,
of which he was very fond, and which followed
him everywhere like dog. One day, while at
dinner with General Lamar and Rev. Mr.. Fon=
taine, he was feeding him with pieces of meat,
and happening to give him rare slice, with
blood dropping from 1t, the lion seized the hand
that held it, crushing it and growing ferceH,
with angry eyes fixed on his master. General
Johnston, without cry of pain or single
movement, looked steadily at him and said
quietly several times, let 60 Dan.' But the
animal only growled and lashed his tail, when.
turning to a servant, the General told him to
hand his pistol, which the frightened negro did,
and General Johnston taking it in his left hand,
blew out the lions brains; but his hand was
hopelessly manned, 1c
THE TRUE LIFE.-The mere lapse of years is
not life. To eat and drink and sleep; to be ex-
posed to darkness and the light; to pace around
the mill of habit and turn the wheel of wealth
to make reason our book-keeper, and turn
thought into implements of trade-this is not
life. In all this, but poor fraction of the con-
sciousness of humanity is awakened, and tho
sanctities still slumber which make it most
worth while to be. knowledge, truth, love,
beauty, goodness, faith, alone can give vitality
to the mechanism of existence. The laugh of
mirth, which vibrates through the heart; the
tears which freshen the dry waste within tho
music that brings childhood back !; the prayer
that calls the future near the doubt, which
makes US mediate the death which startles US
with mystery; the hardship that forces US to
struggle the anxiety that ends in trust-thesa
are the true nourishment of our natural being
THE PATH TO HAPPINESS. Wirt's
letter to his daughter on the 'small sweet cour-
tesies of life contains a passage from which
deal Of happiness might be learned: THE
way to make yourself pleasing to others a %
the Miller of Mansfield, 'wlro cared for nobody
mo, not he, because nobody cared for him,
And the whole world would serve You SO, if
You gave them the same cause. Let every one,
therefore, see that you care for them, by show
ing what Sterne SO happily calls the small cour-
tesies, in which there is no parade, whose voics
is too still to tease and which manifests them.
selves by tender and affectionate looks, and lit
ence in every little enjoyment Of the table, IN
the field. WalklDo sitting. or standing
NIGHT THE Poor MANS FRIEND.-Night
levels all artificial distinctions. The beggar, ON
his pallet of straw, snOres as saundly as a king
on bed of down. Night-kind, gentle, sooth-
ing, refreshing night-the earthly paradise of
the slave, the sweet oblivion of the worn soul;
the nurse of romance, of devotion, how the
great painting heart of society yearns for the
return of night and rest, Sleep is God Especial
gift to the poor; for the great, there is no time
fixed for repose; quiet, they have none, and in
stead of quietly waiting the approach of events,
they fret and repine, and starve sleep, and chide
the tardy hours, as if tomorrow were big with
the fate of some great hereafter. The torrent
OF events goes roaring past keeping eager ex-
pectation tiptOe, and drives tlmld slumber a.
way
WHAT IT COSTS TO SLAP NEGRo.-Time-
Yesterday morning Scene-.Butcher and dar-
hired darkey, who got lazy and sauey. Butch
er told darkey to do something-he refused
Butcher drove him off, He came back-butc
er slapped him. Darkey said, ''Dat'n cost you
sumthin, and went off. Returned by and by
with musket and a negro attached to it-seiz-
ed butcher, who dropped his cleaver, put some
money in his pocket, and 'fell into line. -
Freedmen Bureau-butoher before it-darkey
told his wrongs-bureau smiled-bu look
ed meat axes-didn't do no good-,$l5 and
costs-d dismissed the case, Butcher likes ne
groes-negroes like butchers-bureau like both:
LoussulUe Democrat,
EXCESSIVE URBANEY.-A learned Judge Of
the old school, who used to preside in our Grim: