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53 But peal on peal from the distant mountain tells us War is there with all his murderous ruin. He respecteth not the lovely or the beautiful. And here that relentless Demon stands. "With eye that scratcheth all it looks upon." Oh! Detested War, leave our land and return no more. Come not again to desolate our homes with thy unrighteous tread. Come no more to desecrate our sepulchers; to burn the habitations of our peaple; to hew down our groves; to fill our land with mourning; and with thy blood stained hands to mar the beauteous face of nature. The smoke rose thick and heavy on the side of the distant mountain, and shells were bursting over its summit. We descended into the valey. Twas dark as we approached the foot of the other mountain. Into a deep vale we descend down, down till it seemed we would never reach the bottom, and now we are beneath the battle. Not a sound is heard# but the flash of artilery plays light lightning on the mountains brow, And muskets like fire flies in sparkling in its forests. From the depths of the valey we began the ascent of the mountain just as the firing ceased. We are now passing a hospital and hear the groans