Stonewall Jackonte at our g.»tf—Here'* your Mule !Arouse thyself, era It t*e too late—Here's you Mulef A veng« each p;«tHotic Stale FromAuQ lw Uiou A bra bon the Ore at—Here*# your Mule ! Here’* oor Mute !Hark to rr dnink*»n ?Wenh’a appeal—HeraM y;*ur M ule!Dear Abraham ! to the** 1 kneel—HrieV your Mule 1 For life and a aw»*y now steal;Thy cowardly fetus, 1 pray conceal;Thy Scotch tsoafc will rvach to thy heel—HeA ’fc ylt; ur Mule I Here’s y*uur Mule!Thou wiltc'er rower in the d until era\* your At ule I Thy beaming rwo;d Is ate with rust —Here'ii yon? Mule !Renumber Oaimrcm'a thieving trua*;Thy t-*ra-ury he alniwn '•bust,”By stealing nil sway thv duet-H«n* s your Mule ! Herv'o you' M cl* !Ccrne! the coc's is crowing tor tLe day—Here’s your M ute!Come * ioi we mutt hairy awaj I Here* your Mule!M »Ui banks now miming from ti •*Mtlrov ana Shield* m a bad way,1th Frvmout who Ml no time to stay—Htra’a your Mule 1 Here's your Mule’Come 1 for thy head Is hard and strong— Here’s your Mulet Come! for tny tippling doa« ttcc w? .ng— Here’s your Muk* !Come to your own vlte thieving throng ;Tue Ab -Ilsl; talk hud and strong ;And take some wl.U-vst w»th thy song— li tc'b your Mult: Here’s your Mute ! ‘Dear Mac. mu.t bur*«t oe Johm*toc'a chain— Hen 's your M He !*Richmond* tar too pi on « and vain—Here's your Mul- !*Sfce will not yield—’iI* very plain.Jim “sic since Sum er htlil reicajtt,Aud bt-ai the minions b.»ck ogu'ti—Hetv’s yoto Mne! IJire’tjyouT Mule I1 see tbf lie upon thy cbetk— f Here’s »»ur Mule!But thou can-'t eakity “eat the letk”— litre # your Mate!For lc ! t r Urges torth a shriek -The people now bvgta to speak—They my y u ran like hocks of •*heep-Hvrt'e yuur Mule! Here’s your Mute !Thou wilt no* yield lo the Rebel race—Herete y»-ur M ule !Thou wilt not thy brave troops dtegrare—Here’s ja-ur Mute !Betti r tklUlully torn thy face.And ne.r thy g»inno«its seek a ptac*—Better, !u hut, ui ch*n*t€ tby taw /Here’s your ^lute ! Her*’* your Mule!1 hear the distant thumb r hum—Here's your Mute!*fl» the Rebels’ t ugte, flfc, and drum—HeivV your M m# !Bleuewall’s not dt d, nor deaf, nor dumb—Sc*- bow he spurns the Northern scum—He breathes ! he buron! ux'U run t utfti run I Htrt • yout Mute! Here's your ^ ute !Joe .-teiLAiiT.id DXyuubt^ Winder’s Hospital, July 29lh, Uw3.