A Sound Of Revelry

Tho FremoBt organ, thu AVm Nation, is indignant over tho joHificatinna it ihe White House and on the Rappaliann.ick. Over the latte it saya: " We do not henr ot the rebels giving bulU in their campa. Yo men svbo havu forgotten your country and your dutyfor pleusure and nrnlnti' n, dn yo not íüíif to dant".) u;mmi thü graves where thnse dend patriot, your1 old comradep, lio burted ? Do y not fear that the sound of your dancing feet und the joyons gtraius uf youp tostive inusio niiiv distmb their lust slumbur, and tbeir nutrnged sh:tdows uniy rwe up in the midst of your impioua revelrv to reproach you with uaseemly gayety bcíoiü a country clothed ki inoui'ningf " But what strange sound is this Ihat vibratee in the ir, and sonds a shndder througb your liearts ? It is the echo of your reveiry ? No ; tho wind comes froni the direction of Kichmoni!. It is onlv tho plaintivo voice of our wretched childnii, Haurmuring in their prisons, and d)ing with hunger ! But what of that ! Strike up again; on vvith the dance! WhirI agaiu into tba voluptlious vortex of lieauty and üowers, with your anns brace] about the young girls who have come írom Washiogton to share your reveiry ! On with the jesl aud mtirry laugh, and raay the pluintive of those who are suffering for their eountr and for liberty not dieturb your crueljoys; may tlio eoho not change tbq sufierer's coraplaioings ioto