ment moved on, and while waiting for the supper to be prepared in the house where she was, two rebels crawled out from under a bed, and presenting themselves before her, ordered her to surrender.

before the last was given, a horseman rode rapidly up the road, waving in the air a paper, which was understood by all present to be a reprieve. Covered with dust and perspiration, the officer rode hurriedly up to the officer in command, and delivered to him what really proved to be a reprieve.

Thus in their power, she was forced to yield herself a prisoner, and was taken to Atlanta, Georgia, and there placed in duress. In a few weeks after her arrival, The shout, "Reprieve!" fell upon the Frank made a desperate attempt to es- poor soldier's ear, which was already cape, and when ordered to halt by the strained to the utmost in anticipation of guard, paid not the least attention to the hearing the last and final word that was demand, and was fired upon. The ball to usher his soul into the presence of his took effect in her leg, and she continued Creator; it was too much for him, and he to suffer from the wound. Colonel Burke, fell back upon his coffin apparently dead. while out with the flag of truce, effected The bandage was removed from his eyes, her exchange, among others, and she be- but reason had taken its flight, and he became an inmate of the hospital, where in came a hopeless maniac. He was disdue time she happily recovered from her charged and sent home to his friends. wounds. From the time of her first en- His death had really never been intended; listment, which was in June, 1861, until but it was deemed necessary for the good some weeks after her capture, she kept order and discipline of the army to make her sex a secret from everybody, nor was an impression not only upon himself, but there ever any suspicion excited in regard the whole brigade; for that purpose the to her not being of the sex whose attire forms of the execution were regularly she wore. In personal appearance she gone through with, in presence of five was prepossessing, and her whole demean- regiments, and the reprieve arrived in or was such as would have done no dis- good time, as it was intended. It was credit to the best man in the ranks. sought by this means to solemnly impress upon the whole assemblage of soldiers the necessity of a strict observance of duty and obedience, under the penalty of an ignominious death. It was a fearful ordeal for the deserter, but it was certainly better than to have completed the tragedy by sending his soul into "that world which no mortal doth know."

Fearful Ordeal for a Deserter.

One of the privates in the Nineteenth Indiana regiment having deserted his post, was tried by a court martial, and found guilty, the punishment being death for such a crime. His execution was deferred for some time, and he was kept in a painful state of suspense. At last, the time was fixed for his execution, and five regiments were drawn up in line to witness it, while a file of twelve men were in advance to execute the sentence of death by shooting him.

From Deck to Camp.

As some of the prisoners captured from Grant's Virginia Army were halting, when on their way to the Libby Prison, a southerner, observing a rather good looking forThe prisoner was led forward blind- eigner among the number-and stepping folded, and the usual words of preparation up to him, said, "What! are you down and command were given in a low, meas here fighting us-you are no Yankee." ured tone, by the officer in charge of the "No, Sir," said the soldier, hanging his proceedings. During the interval between head. "Why, then, do you come to fight the orders, "Take aim," and "Fire," and us," continued reb, "if you have no com

mon sympathy with the Yankees?" "Well, science would not allow her to use the Sir," said the prisoner, "I will tell you. money, and she had come all that distance I am a foreigner. I landed in New York to return it to the proper authorities, not more than a month ago. I got drunk, which she besought Dr. Thompson to do and the first thing I knew I found myself in camp." This shrewd make-up did not save him from entering the portals of the rebel prison-house.

Noble Words and Acts of a Slavemaster.

for her. The Dr. took it to Colonel Roberts, of the second district, who however declined to receive it, on the ground that it had been paid to the recruit legally, and if he had committed any subsequent act that was not right, the return of his money would not make it so. If arrested as a deserter, he would have to suffer the consequences. So the woman received back the money she had so conscientiously brought with her.

Hon. Mr. McClurg, the well known member of the United States House of Representatives from Missouri, showed his patriotism by giving written permits to several of his slaves to go into the army, securing to each of them whatever compensation he himself might be entitled to Poorer Pay but Better Business. as a loyal owner, and stipulating that in The following remarks were made by a case of the death of the men, their wives non-commissioned officer of the New and children should receive the money. York artillery, in a hotel in that city.. He also wrote a letter to his "yellow The officer was at home on a twenty days' man," Caswell, in which he said to him: leave, given him on account of his remark"Make your own choice. If you go into ably good conduct and bravery. Though the army, let me hear frequently from you. he describes himself as a "loafer," no one Make peace with your God and you need will deny him the character of a true man not fear death. Be temperate; save your and patriotic soldier. The conversation. earnings. If you ever fight, fight with was started by the entrance into the room. desperation, and never surrender. Enroll of a black French poodle. He said:

your name as Caswell McClurg, and try to give honor to it. In the army use your idle hours in learning to read and write."

Strong Case of Conscience.

"There's a French poodle, I know it is.. I used to be in the fancy dog business myself, before I went to soldiering. Did I find soldiering pay better? Yes, I did! I always spend all I can get. I can't help it. You see I am a loafer, I am. I get A remarkable instance of honesty-re- my little seventeen dollars a month for the markable especially on account of its con- little place I have in the battery, and I nection with the war and Government- spend it all and I fight for my country.. happened in Cincinnati. A woman in al- Here, in New York, I used to get more most destitute circumstances came to that money, but I spent it all and it didn't do city, a stranger, from Canada, and being a me any more good than what I get now. Presbyterian herself, she sought out a And then I know all the time I am doing minister of that denomination, Rev. Dr. my country's work. You see there are Thompson, to whom she confided the fact soldiers and there are 'sogers?" I'm a that her husband had volunteered in the soldier clear through. We have lost two United States army, obtained Government batteries since this war began, and I have and local bounty to the amount of three been all through the fighting from the first. hundred dollars, and then deserted. He We came out of one fight with seven men, had left the money with her and then gone and out of another with five. It seems off, perhaps to enlist again. Her con- strange to me that while I saw men laid

he stopped short to light a segar the vis itor had handed him, along with a more or less of Killikinnick.) When (puff,) I get back (puff, puff,) to Connecticut, I mean

out all around me, who had wives, and mothers and babies, I shouldn't be hit. I am a loafer: I haven't got a mother, or a wife, or a baby, or a sister, or a brother. But they spared me, and killed hundreds to raise (puff, puff,) raise tobacco by the of men who had lots of folks to mourn for acre, and, hang me, (puff, puff,)-hang me, them. I wish, sometimes, that I could if I don't give it all away to poor devils have been laid out in the place of any of that haven't money to-(puff, puff, puff,) those poor fellows. Nobody would cry poor devils that haven't money to buy for me, but there would be some honor in dying for my country. I am going back in a few days, and if I should get an arm or a leg shot off, I should have to come back to New York and beg for my living. I hope if they hit me they will kill me. I am ready to die any time for my country."

any."

In further conversation, he declared that he would re-enlist if he could be sure of obtaining tobacco regularly, and he would not re-enlist-not he!-unless he could be sure of it.

After the Firing on Old Sumter.

"Well, father! the traitors have fired on old Sumter!" exclaimed Captain Grant, as he entered the store in Galena, on the morning of the 15th of April, 1861.

"What! fired on the American flag?" "Yes! a body of seven thousand rebels have attacked Major Anderson in the fort, set the barracks on fire, and driven our brave boys out!"

"Did Anderson give up the colors?"

"No, Sir: he has carried them with him, and brought them off in triumph. God bless him.”

"This is startling news, my son. What shall we do to restore the flag?"

"I tell you what I shall do, Sir! I shall volunteer!"

"Good. I like your pluck. I would do the same, if I were not too old. But what will your wife say to it?"

"My family, father, are in the hands of my God and my country. I believe that both God and country are calling me to volunteer; and I am not afraid to have my family in such good hands."

"Do you chew or smoke? Now I don't know whether you are an officer, or a chaplain, or a sutler, or a quartermaster's clerk, but if you have any tobacco with you, for God's sake divide with me. You see I've not been paid for five months, so I can't buy any, and I must have a smoke -can't stand it any longer, am homesick There was an answering look that met as a school girl, be hanged if I haven't his at that moment. It was more tender come confounded near deserting. (Here than that of the father in the store. Its

In a few moments more our hero was across the threshold of his house. "Wife, what do you say? I am going again to war."

, you

brief glance told a sweet story of home | midway, the rogue turned and shouted: joys. The witnessing tears that gushed "Good bye, boys; I'm bound for Dixie!" silently to the eyelashes, and trembled a "Come back, or we'll shoot!" answered moment there ere they were dashed gently the guard. "Shoot and be away, spoke louder than the father's words white livered nigger-thieves," shouted had spoken. But a moment more, and Black, and in the midst of a shower of the firm consent followed. It was such a Minie balls he reached his destination. consent as a hero's wife loves to give a He entered at once the Confederate ranks, hero. In yet another moment the mother and proved an active fighter. During the steps quietly forward: battle he performed many feats of daring, and at night formed one of a corporal's guard who escorted a full company of captured Federals off the hotly-contested ground. As Black was laughing and joking, the Captain of the Federals remarked to him:

"I ought to know that voice!-is that you, Black?"

"That's me!" jocosely replied the renegade Scotchman. "I couldn't stay with you, you see; it wasn't because I feared to fight, but I like to fight in the right cause always."

Singular enough, Black was escorting his old company, officers and all.

Hopeful Tackett-his Mark. Hopeful Tackett sang the inspiring national anthem

"An' the Star-Spangler' Banger in triumph shall wave

o: the lan dov the free-e-e, an' the ho mov the brave,"
as he sat on his little bench in the little
shop of Herr Kordwaner, the village shoe-
maker. Thus he sang, not artistically, but
with much fervor and unction, keeping

In a few hours more Captain Grant was on his way to the capital and gov-time with his hammer, as he hammered

ernor of the State.

away at an immense "stoga." And as he sang, the prophetic words rose upon the air, and were wafted, together with an odor of new leather and paste-pot, out of the window, and fell upon the ear of a ragged urchin with an armful of hand-bills.

Black, the Scotch Deserter at Leesburg. One of the Confederate soldiers in the Virginia army was a rough Scotchman named Black. His relatives were at the South, and, desiring to get to them, he had joined the Northern army, with the "Would you lose a leg for it, Hope?" intention of deserting at the first oppor- he asked, bringing to bear upon Hopeful a tunity. When on picket guard at the pair of crossed-eyes, a full complement of river, therefore, he pretended to bathe, white teeth, and a face spotted with its and being a good swimmer, dexterously kindred dust.

struck out for the Virginia shore. When "For the Banger?" replied Hopeful;

"guess I would. Both on 'em-an' a head, too."

-a defiant look, that said that he was not afraid of all that nose-took his hat down

"Well, here's a chance for you." And from its peg behind the door, and in spite

he tossed him a hand-bill.

of the bristling resistance of his hair, crowded it down over his head, and started for his supper. And as he walked he mused aloud, as was his custom, addressing himself in the second person, as follows:

Hopeful laid aside his hammer and his work, and picked up the hand-bill; and while he is reading it, take a look at him. Hopeful is not a beauty, and he knows it; and though some of the rustic wits call him "Beaut," he is well aware that they intend it for irony. His countenance runs too much to nose-rude, amorphous nose at that to be classic, and is withal rugged in Jing! (Hopeful had been piously brought

Hopeful Tackett.

'Hopeful, what do you think of it? They want more soldiers, eh? Guess them fights at Donelson and Pittsburg Lannen 'bout used up some o' them ridgiments. By

up, and his emphatic declarations took a mild form.) Hopeful, 'xpect you'll have to go an' stan' in some poor feller's shoes. 'Twon't do for them there blasted Seceshers to be killin' off our boys, an' no one there to pay them back. It's time this here thing was busted! Hopeful, you an't pretty, an' you an't smart; but you used to be a mighty nasty hand with a shot Guess you'll have to try your hand on old Borey's (Beauregard's) chaps, an' if you ever git a bead on one, he'll enter his land mighty shortly. What do you say to goin'?-you wanted to go last year, but mother was sick, an' you couldn't; an' now mother's gone to glory, why, show your grit an' go. Think about it, any how.'

gun.

And Hopeful did think about it-thought till late at night of the insulted flag, of the fierce fights and glorious victories, of the dead and the dying lying out in the pitiless storm, of the dastardly outrages of the

outline and pimply in spots. His hair is decidedly too dingy a red to be called, even by the uttermost stretch of courtesy, auburn; dry, coarse, and pertinaciously ob- enemy-thought of all this, with his great stinate in its resistance to the civilizing efforts of comb and brush. But there is a great deal of big, honest bone and muscle in him, which are of great value in a good

cause.

warm heart overflowing with love for the dear old " Banger," and resolved to go. The next morning he notified the "boss" of his intention to quit his service for that of Uncle Sam. The old fellow only opened his eyes very wide, grunted, brought out the stocking (a striped relic of the departed town and wished to enlist recruits for Frau Kordwaner,) and from it counted out Company Regiment, it was nearly and paid Hopeful every cent that was due sunset; and he took off his apron, washed him.

By the time he had spelled out the handbill, and found that Lieut. was in

his hands, looked at himself in the piece

But there was one thing that sat heavily

of looking-glass that stuck in the window upon Hopeful's mind. He was in a pre