that what is to be, will be, even should it never come to pass. The great interest I took in mess 46, was owing to a dream I had months previous to my capture; and on my honor, as a faithful chronicler of human odds and ends, what I relate, are facts. In September, 1861, in camp of instruction, at Germantown, Tennessee, whose leading citizen, Judge Petitt, that honest man and able jurist, and Mrs. Cornelius, that most estimable woman, and their attentions, I will never forget, I dreamed one night, and related it to my mess next morning, composed of Lieutenant U. J. Brooks, of Georgia, a man of courage and decision of character; Captain A. S. Levy, and Colonel W. T. Avery, (I give these gentlemen as proof of my statements, in this particular,) that I was taken prisoner and carried to the North. On entering the prison yard, I saw many faces I had seen in the Confederate lines, and thought it strange they should be there, and not prisoners. I inquired of them the reason of this, they replied, "they were recognized as good Southern men in the South, but were true to the old flag, and their services were then engaged by the United States government, to communicate useful information concerning the movements of the rebels," while at the same time, the Confederates were giving them the heaviest contracts in their gifts. I remarked, "it was very strange." Yes, but you know "a prophet is hardly without honor, save in his own country and his own house," and a man from the North, stands a better chance to obtain employment in the South, than he "to the manor born." In the South, your churches, in a majority of cases, are controlled by Yankee elders and deacons; your bank stocks, to a great degree, are owned in the North, thus controlling your bank officers; two-thirds of your insurance companies are under the same control; the great mass of your railroad employes are of Northern extraction, and with this Northern influence entering into every crevice of the many ramifications of your social, financial, religious, and other circles, how can you expect to succeed in your present struggle for political independence. འ་ "We know and understand these truths, and while we are trying to make all the money we can out of the South, we are still faithful in our allegiance to that old flag. "I moved on, and was taken into a room, filled with bunks. Feeling sleepy, I asked which was my bunk, and getting into it, woke up.' I never realized this dream until April, 1862, seven months afterwards, (when I met several of these traitors, who had been "running with the hare, and pulling with the hounds." One of them I saw on a Federal gun-boat. General McCown had employed him at Island Ten, to watch the movements of the enemy, giving him a thousand dollars for the service. He accepted the money, and gave the Federals his information in regard to our condition,) when on entering prison number 3, mess 42, camp Chase, I was requested by Captain Frank McLean, to make myself at home. Bed-time approaching, I surveyed my apartment, and asked the courteous captain, which is my bunk? Like a shock, it flashed over me that I had seen the same bunk in my dream, and I got into it a strong believer in dreams. The members of mess 42, were Captain Frank McLean, a gentleman of much polish and solidity of character-he is of the cavalry, and a brave soldier: Lieutentant Porter is a modest, intelligent gentleman; Captain Bob Moore is a hearty, out-spoken, generous soldier; Dr. Dixon is an able physician, thorough gentleman, of gentle mien, yet with sufficient vigor to make his mark in the scientific world; Captain Joe Walker is from Columbia, Tennessee, is a good liver, a genial companion, and although with some mauvaishonte, has quite a pleasant address; Lieutenant Joe Irvine is an agreeable, obliging gentleman. These gentlemen formed a pleasant society, and although comparative strangers, we lived like brothers, while tabernacling in mess 42, prison number 3, camp Chase, Ohio. To say that Moody, that fanatic had charge of the pen, is enough to convince all who know him, how "well we were treated." We were searched on our entrance, from hat to boots, as if we had secreted stolen goods. Eighteen of us confined in a room about fourteen by eighteen feet and our cooking and washing to be done in the same room, and by can't you read?” bunks. In our ls, gobble this reb," which was done, and thousand prisonerlant fellow, "Moody," ever since. from the cabin; th enough to forget your own name, but Our length, five in width, on, to forget an assumed one. in diameter. The deps and hair, and as a quid pro quo, I was not so unfortunareprimand. It might have been devils did. The cisterns centre of the muddy streete, several old men, with hoary sinks, consequently, upon ticivilians,) who were dragged find their level. The water chour of night, without trial as good as Marah's wells. In e "get up, d-n you, we there were several cases of small-here they are, barely able to say, renained long enough,.(in ad commentary on the our custodians to remove them to tthe world ever saw,' infection, had not an order of the bolition fanatics. It us to Johnson's Island, where we had frm citizens making rations of an umbelliferous nature, (food, 1 submerges camp in Pierson's blue beef and sour bread. of water from a One day, Moody exhibited his carcass ks above them, of our pen, and with stentorian voice, yelle There stands which we responded by going to the doors of ant enlisted when lo! "another Richmond" appeared uporf America in the shape of Brownlow, the irrepressible; the word while he was willing "to fight rebels until Hell fro, would and then fight them on the ice," yet never drew a dence or shouldered a musket, but made collections of sympat and substantials, all over the North, and played financial cards, all trumps, the Federals paying him as ther British did Arnold, while they despised him for his ingratitude. en 80 the The prisoners, who were present that day, will remember his looks, cadaverous and sinister; his hat pulled fairly down over his eyes, he looked, in the presence of those gallant Tennesseans, the abject creature that he has proven himself to be. He made a speech, and we gave him a patient hearing, on finishing which he stepped one side, to make way for Moody, another light and "specimen brick" of the church militant, which has lost so much caste during the war by its patronage of such "wolves in |