If President Lincoln were to call out _every_ man in the North capable of bearing arms--according to medical judgment--between the ages of sixteen and sixty, there would be less difficulty in assembling them than in drafting a minority. If it were once realized that _all_ must go, all _would_ go, and with rare exceptions, right cheerfully. It is not so much the dread of battle and the trials of camp-life which keep men back as the idea that there should be any exempt. Unless the six hundred thousand be speedily brought into the field, and unless when once there, they secure us a speedy victory, the voice of the whole country will cry out for a general and unexcepted conscription. And if so--why, then, hurrah for it! Let us show Europe and history how far a great nation can go for a great truth and for its rights. Why should we not _all_ arise in tremendous power as whole races rose of old, and trample to the dust this insolent, slaveholding, liberty-defying foe to us and to the holiest rights of man? Such an uprising would be worthy of us--it would rank as the noblest deed of history--it would cast fresh lustre on the name, already great, of our noble President--it would be unparalleled in grandeur, in daring, and in majesty. Its very greatness would thrill the people and inspire them to do each man his utmost. Hurrah for the onward march of the millions! Watch the times well, Father Abraham--and the instant that the time comes, call for us _all_. _You_ are not afraid of great measures--neither are your people. What a thing it would be to have led such a movement--what a glory it would be for every man who marched in the great uprising. Let us continue by singing: 'TRELAWNEY.' Shall Freedom droop and die And we stand idle by, When countless millions yet unborn Will ask the reason why? If for her flag on high, You bravely fight and die, Be sure that God on his great roll Will mark the reason why. But should you basely fly. Scared by the battle-cry, Then down through all eternity You'll hear the reason why. * * * * * 'Great _Onion_ victory!' cried a little newsboy, lately, through the streets of a certain village, wherein we were 'over-nighting,' as the Germans say. He had not well learned orthoepy, and held that _u-n_, un, was to be pronounced as in 'unctuous.' Still there are some droll sounds to be extracted from the word--witness the following song in which by a slight modulation of sound the word _Union_ is made a war-cry to advance: DE-CAMPING SONG. U-_ni_-on--you an' I on! It's time that you and I were gone; Gone to fight with all our might, And drive the rebels left and right; There is Uncle Sam, and I am Sam's Son, And we'll crush the Philistines with you an' I on. CHORUS. U-ni-on--you an' I on! It's time that you an' I were gone.