Has your life been stained--by misfortune or your own faults? Now is the time to wipe out the old score and begin afresh. What cautious, timid Peace rejects as bad, bold, hearty War grasps at with eagerness and makes good and great. Are you poor, and dragging out a dull, base life, more sluggishly than your abilities deserve? Go to the war--in God's name, go to the war! Who knows what changes in life you may live through--what new opportunities may open before you! In that wide Southland lie a million homes, and there will be those left behind who--if you fight bravely--will give the matter no rest till you are richly rewarded. There is not a soldier in this war at this instant who is not acquiring what may be a fortune. _Somebody_ must occupy the lands left vacant in the South! Are you a lover? Make her proud of you. Do not fear the risks. That is a poor, wretched life which has never run the chances of death. 'Fast in battle the bullets fly, But many a soldier the bullets pass by.' Arise all! Up, Guards, and at 'em! Let there be a general up-stirring and a hearty good-will in this matter. The enemy have brought every white man among them into the field--they are kept alive solely by the blacks. One tremendous effort, such as we are capable of making, would sweep them from the face of the earth. Another struggle and we reach the shore. * * * * * Many years ago, the South began to alienate itself from the Union, by blindly abusing every thing pertaining to the North as 'Abolition.' They wanted a grievance; they would have one, and so yelled 'Wolf! wolf!' till the wolf came in roaring earnest. In like manner, the Democratic dabblers in mischief are now yelling 'Radical,' abusing emancipation, and doing all in their power to hoist themselves into notoriety. They are determined to force separate parties into existence, and they will end by accomplishing their purpose, by being in a losing reactionary minority, which will bear the brand in later days of having been the most unprincipled, narrow-minded, and desperately selfish faction which this country has ever known. Gentle reader, accept the following from a friend in the quaint spirit in which it is written, and understand not by bad company aught that is evil--for if we read the word of the enigma, the 'bad' among her 'friends of the future' is indeed goodness-that saving salt which is often found among many who are too hastily banned as lost in the world. So, we pray you, judge it kindly: FRIENDS OF THE FUTURE. 'There is no real amusement except in bad company.'--_Italian Proverb_.