mother. For years I have lived secluded, and you perhaps dead-dead?"

and endeavored to retrieve the errors of other days. Be virtuous!"

Her

poor little heart seemed ready to burst with grief, and her sobs were painfully

The dying woman here became ex- affecting. Flinging herself upon his neck hausted beyond the power of utterance, she again exclaimed, "John! do not, do and not long after breathed her last. The not leave me." Then she repeated her young man learned that she had been a tale of sorrow, present and prospective, to notorious character in St. Louis, and was Mr. Blunt. But John, as most self-willed divorced from her husband soon after her husbands are, they say, was stoical and son's birth, the father having died about indifferent to all these feeling appeals, untwo years after, previously placing the moved and unimpassioned. Mr. Blunt boy in the orphan asylum spoken of. looked on all this, while hesitating what to Knowing the whereabouts of her son, how- do. Finally, without paying the bounty, ever, she superintended his education and he allowed them both to pass out of the furnished means for his proper mainte- surrounding crowd into the more private nance, by her vicious course, but at last, apartments provided for the new recruits, with amended life, dying in the hope of a there to consult together alone on the subhappy future. But the young man was so deeply affected by this knowledge, that his reason for a time was almost overthrown. The next day, without even informing his wife, he left the city for parts unknown.

Changed his Mind.

ject.

With what arguments she assailed her John here, what appeals she made, or what witchery she practised, are not known; but, like most intelligent women who accompany their strong protestations with a copious flow of tears-real tears— she triumphed at last. She obtained his

A tall and good looking fellow made his consent to remain with his fond wife and appearance before Supervisor Blunt, in family. Then they appeared again before New York, intending to volunteer. To Mr. Blunt-she with a triumphant air, all appearance, he was well to do in the world, and, passing through most of the forms usual in enlisting, he reached the chairman of the committee, of whom he expected to get his bounty. At this point another character stepped upon the scene.

and her face all aglow with joyful smiles, he looking as an obedient husband should, resigned and satisfied. She announced that her husband had changed his mind and concluded not to go. The little rogue knew very well that it was she who had changed his mind. He was asked if he had determined not to volunteer. He said he had. "Why?" says Mr. Blunt.

"Why, you see this little natty wife of mine has fairly persuaded me out of it, and she would control the devil himself, I believe, if he stood in her way."

A tidy looking young woman, who claimed to be, and doubtless was, his wife, appeared unexpectedly before the wouldbe recruit, and in a modest, yet determined manner, protested against his taking the money. She appealed to him with tears in her eyes, to remain at home with her and the children. "You know, John," As the enlistment was not consummated said she, "that I am not strong," and her fully, the Supervisor allowed him to go, delicate frame indicated this to be true, and a happier woman never left the pres"and what can I do without you? How can I take care of and support myself and our three dear, dear children, without you to assist? The three hundred dollars will soon be gone, and then where shall we be,

ence of a woman's court than was that young wife as she passed out of the presence of those who came so near sending her husband to the "front." Husbands, obey your wives.

Scene of Domestic Sadness: Woman's

Firmness.

home as a corpse, than to find you alive, branded as a deserter. But go, my son; do your duty as a man and a soldier, remembering that your mother's prayers are with you, and do not come home again until you can come as a man who has nothing to fear."

In a New York village resided a widow named Smith, who had sent four sons to the war, two of whom were minors, leaving behind them only two sisters. After a while two of them returned home, Nathaniel Smith, a member of the EightWhile his mother was still engaged in eenth regiment, and the other a member talking to him in strains of sorrow and reof the Seventh artillery, the latter on a gret, his aunt came in-feeble in health, furlough. On Thursday night following but strong in feeling. Mortified that he this, there was to have been a jubilee at had deserted his comrades, she appealed the house of their uncle, given in honor to him as a lover of his country and a of the boys' return, and they had set off member of the family to go back to the to meet companions, when, unexpectedly, army and do his whole duty as a soldier, officer Burt stepped up to Nathaniel and and not return again until he had served arrested him as a deserter. This was so his time out. The mother and aunt's tears unlooked-for that he almost fainted on the were too much for the soldier, for they spot. It appears that Nathaniel deserted both wept tears of regret. With their the regiment just previous to the second blessings, the soldier left his mother and Bull Run battle, and since that time had aunt, promising them henceforth to be a been loitering about Washington and man, a true soldier, and not to return home Alexandria, wholly unknown to the au- until discharged. thorities in those places. Had he enlisted at the breaking out of the rebellion, and had he remained with his regiment he

Bounty-Jumper Captured by a Dog.
The good deeds of a dog have more

would have been mustered out of service than once had to be put in contrast with in May. But he deserted eight months the mean tricks of the human kind, and before his time was out, and consequently

was compelled to make good that loss. After a parley with the officer who arrested him, the latter consented to go with him back to his mother's house, and here a scene ensued which shows the earnest patriotism of a true woman's heart.

When taken back to his mother's house as a deserter, and she being informed of the fact, she burst into a flood of tears and said:

"I have sacrificed four sons to my country-two minors; I have buried my husband and children; but I never knew what trouble and grief were before. To have one brought back as a deserter is more-more than I can stand. I do not blame the officers for doing their duty, but I do you for deserting. Go, my son, you are bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh. here is an additional illustration of this I would rather have seen you brought truth. A man who had in charge a boun

Re-enlisting, but on a Different Side.

Captain Crane, who commanded at Fort Meyers, tells a good story, illustrative of the value of time-in this instance viewed

ty-jumper, stopped at the Union House, Wheeling, with his prisoner. The man left his charge in the hall in order to look into an adjoining room for a person he wished to see, when the nimble jumper from a military point. When the Captain jumped out of the door, upon the side- landed at Fort Meade he found a solitary walk, ran up the street with great rapidi- sentinel marching back and forth, with a ty and darted down the alley in the rear chip hat on his head, a dingy blouse on his of the Union House. A Newfoundland back, and a double-barreled shot gun dog-honest patriot !-observing that the across his shoulder. This sentinel marchjumper was being followed, with loyal in- [ed up and down, while Captain Crane and stinct joined in the pursuit. The dog soon his men were busily removing the stores overtook the fleeing rascal, seized him by and doing other things usual on such octhe boot leg, and squatted down in the casions. mud. The jumper kicked the dog off, but he had no sooner extricated himself than the faithful animal caught him again, and continued to hang on and delay the culprit until his pursuers came up and captured him.

Peculiar Question of Bounty.

A party of raw recruits-very raw— were on their way home from a tavern in the town of where they had spent a portion of the evening in revelry, when they brought up at a church where a revival was in progress. They marched into the crowded aisle of the sanctuary, and for a few minutes closely observed the minister, who was urging his unconverted hearers to at once" enlist in the army of the Lord!"" At length the worthy minister, noticing the uniformed men standing in the aisle, approached one of them, who was pretty near oblivious to the scene before him, and remarked

"I am glad to see by your uniform that you are soldiers of your country! That is right-glorious! But you should now join the army of the Lord!"

At length the sentinel looked that way, and called out, "I say, fellows, who in hell are you?" Captain Crane, with the brevity of a soldier, replied with the one word, "Yanks." "Are you genuine Yanks?" was the rejoiner. "We are that same," was the answer. The rebel sentinel passed up and down a few times more, and then called out, "I say, fellows, will you allow a fellow to come up to you?" Captain Crane replied that he might. At this the sentinel laid down his two barreled gun and went to where the Union men stood,. when he again addressed Captain Crane "Will allow a fellow to take arms you with you?" The answer was in the affirmative; upon which the rebel expressed himself in this manner: "Well, I reckon my time with old Jeff. is out this day; and, as I don't like to waste time, I will. enlist with you." And enlisted he was on the instant. Captain Crane said he had not a better soldier in his corps than the one who thus so readily 're-enlisted.'

This puts one in mind of Sir Walter Scott's Captain Dugald Dalgetty, who, when taken prisoner by the Marquis of "Eh?" queried the soldier, whose tav- Montrose (or Argyle), refused to serve ern entertainment had put him in such a the Covenanters, on the ground that he state that he but imperfectly comprehend- had stipulated to serve the king for the ed the invitation-" eh? join the Lord's space of six months, but averred that, army? What bounty does he give, eh?" after his six months had expired he was The minister attempted to explain, but open to any offer from the most noble it up as a bad job, the recruit marquis. being really too raw for 'impression.'

soon gave

Private Notions and Public Laws.

chance, to kill all the white people down Governor Bramlette, of Kentucky, at south, do you, women and children?" one time had actually gone so far as to "Look yere, my chile, you doesn't unprepare a proclamation calling on the peo-derstand culled folks. We aint gwang to ple of that State to resist by force the ne- fight anybody, unless they fight us. You gro enrollment. This was before his visit doesn't 'spose I is gwang to kill a little to Washington, and he was only dissuaded baby or a woman; I is'nt much educated, from issuing the document through the ap- but I knows de Lor' is above all; and I peals of Rev. Dr. Breckinridge. General knows right from wrong-aint gwang to Grant treated the matter in his accustom-do nuffin to displease de Lor.' I'm gwang ed cool and soldierly way. When the to fight Jeff Davis and his rebels, and I General was at Louisville, he said, in re- feel as if I could kill ebery one on 'm. I ply to a distinguished Union man who could bite Jeff. Davis to def. I tell you I asked him what he would do if Bramlette could lib a week without eating nothing, if and others "made trouble about the en- that could only gib me a chance to smash rollment?" "Do?"-looking at his in- the rebels. I tell you, I don't intend to terrogator a moment with stern surprise- hab much mercy on 'em, nohow." "My God, Sir! what have I to do with their notions about slaves? This is a law of Congress. It shall be executed, if I have to bring up the entire army from Chattanooga. Tell them so."

Suppose a rebel surrendered to you; what would you do then—would you kill him?"

"I tell you what I'd do under them ar kind of a circumstance. I'd say, look here, Mister Rebel, I'se got you in my power, and could smash you, but I aint Hercules-Africanus going to the War. gwang to do it; but I'm gwang to tuk you A stalwart specimen of colored human-prisoner-and off I'll tote him ity, just enlisted for the war, and incased ter believe it."

in a military uniform,—a perfect Hercules in appearance, was accosted by a gentleman who happened in his way, and the following conversation took place :

"Where did you come from?"

; you bet

War's doings to One Family. There arrived, one day, at the sanitary rooms, a woman with the remains of her son, who had served in the army three

"Lycoming county, sah," replied the years, and who, had he lived a few months

candidate for military honors.

"What business did you follow?" "I am a raftsman."

"Then you are used to pretty hard work?"

"De Lor' knows I is."

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Do you feel anxious to go South?" "De Lor' knows I does."

"Do you ever expect to come back?” "No, sah; 'xpect to be killed."

longer, would have been sixteen years of age. The circumstances of this case show the doings of war in one family.

In August, 1861, being then twelve years old, James Henry, enlisted as drummer in the Seventeenth New Hampshire regiment, where he served fourteen months. He then re-enlisted, and served nine months in the Nineteenth New Hampshire regiment; and again, in January, "You know the rebels will have no 1864, enlisted for three years in the First mercy on you if they take you a prisoner." Maine Heavy Artillery. He died in "Aint gwang to be tuk prisoner-am March, at Fort Sumner Hospital. The gwang to fight till de bressed life falls out mother stated that this boy, who was evio'me." dently her pet-her Benjamin-had been "Well, you don't intend, if you have the the first of the family to enlist; shortly

after, his father enlisted, served a year in He was a man of somewhere about fifty the Tenth Maine regiment, and died at years of age, was dressed in the longLynchburg. In the same month of the tailed, high-collared coat of the last cenfather's death, another son enlisted, in the tury, and, by way of jewelry, carried a Seventeenth Maine regiment, was in bat-'gem' of blackthorn, about the size of a tle at Gettysburg, and was never heard stick of cord-wood, in his right hand. His from again. occupation seemed to consist in addressDuring the same year, too, the third ing to every comer, the one question: and last son enlisted in the Eleventh "Do yez think it's fair?" On an answer United States regulars, was wounded in given in the affirmative he would eye his the head at Gettysburg, discharged for shillalah most affectionately, and respond, permanent disability, becoming imbecile "Yiz, I think it's fair." A conversation in consequence of his wound. The care with him proved that his anxiety arose of the mother, and of an infirm grand- from the fact that he had three sons, all parent, and of an imbecile brother, had liable to the draft, and he was concerned fallen upon the little drummer-boy. Being that they should have fair play. When small of stature, besides his extreme his own town was being drawn, he stood youth, he could not earn a man's wages, all alert, listening to the names as they and therefore proposed re-enlisting. His were read out, and on the list being commother had her forebodings, and remon- pleted, with a wave of his shillalah and a strated; but he reminded her of his former good fortune, of the bounty money, of a time when the war should be over, and every thing be all right.

pigeon-wing that would have done credit to a younger man-"Hurroo!" exclaimed he, "I know its fair; divil a Macarthy drawn at-all-at-all; sure, I know its fair!"

Happy to Make General Gordon's Acquaint

ance.

She consented. He served two months, and here were his ashes! The mother behaved with Roman firmness. She General Gordon was a strict disciplinawould not say that she regretted giving up rian, who would never have any words her all to the war: "The country needed with a private; and hence a joke. One them, and it was only right that they day, one of the 107th New York Volunshould go," was the patriotic language of teers got ahead of the brigade, when the this American mother. Drawing nearer General halted him and ordered him back. the fire, she remarked, "I feel chilly; I The soldier stopped, turned around, stared sat at the end of the car last night, for the at General Gordon, and replied, "Who are sake of bringing home Jimmy's drum; I you?" "I am General Gordon." “Ah, did not like to take so much room by the General, I am very happy to make your stove." Ah, that little lone home in acquaintance!" was the complacent anMaine, with nothing left in it so dear as swer. A roar of laughter burst from the Jimmy's silent drum! How many such General's staff. desolate homes in the land!

"Divil a Macarthy drawn at-all-at-all."

Branding Deserters at Castle Thunder.
Branding deserters, as performed at Cas-

The editor of the Oshkosh Northwest- tle Thunder, in Richmond, must be set ern attended the drawing of the names for down as decidedly one of the most beauthe draft in that district. While watching tiful of rebel military practices, and as the progress of the draft, as one by one humane as beautiful. The culprit was the names of the honored conscripts were fastened to a large table, with his face announced, he was much amused by the downward, and a large "D" scarred upon evolutions of a tall, stalwart son of Erin. his posteriors. A plain bar of iron, about