ing over the broad waters of the Chesa- Death Scene of a South Carolina Lieutenant. peake for fully an hour. Clad ever in the Late one afternoon-too late for the same neat dress and closely fitting bonnet, cars that were taking the Gettysburg she would gaze wistfully, longingly, over wounded to the hospitals—a train of amthe blue waste, as if her very eagerness bulances arrived at one of the Lodges of would hasten on the bark she imagin- the Sanitary Commission with one huned would bear back to her her child. dred rebels, to be cared for through the But her tear-swollen eyes at last grew night. Only one among them seemed too dim, her strength failed, and with the emp- weak and faint to take anything. He was ty void aching in her breast, she slowly badly hurt, and failing. A nurse went to and finally turned her steps from that long- him after his wound was dressed, and accustomed pathway, never again to retrace them, nor again to ask so piteously, "My son-has he come?"

found him lying on his blanket stretched over the straw-a fair-haired, blue-eyed young Lieutenant; a face innocent enough for one of New England's boys. He did not seem like a rebel against earth's best Government; he was too near heaven for such seeming. He wanted nothing-had not been willing to eat for days, his comrades said; but the good nurse coaxed him to try a little milk gruel, made nicely with lemon and brandy, and one of the

vice to that kind nurse, was the remembrance of the empty cup she took away and his perfect enjoyment of that supper. He talked about "that good supper" for hours, and with boundless thanks; "it was so good; the best thing he had had since he was wounded."

"I am proud to Die for my Country." The eyes of a youth of tender years, by the name of Bullard, belonging to company A, Eighth Illinois regiment, were closed in death one spring morning, at the Marine Hospital in Cincinnati, by the kindly hands of that noble-hearted and satisfactions of three weeks arduous serfaithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell-unwearied and ever watchful in her personal attentions to the sick and wounded since the establishment of the "Marine" as a military hospital. Young Bullard was shot at Fort Donelson. The ball, a Minie, tore his breast open, and lacerated an artery. He bled internally as well as ex- Poor fellow! he had had no care, and ternally. At every gasp, as his end drew it was a surprise and pleasure to find himnear, the blood spirted from his breast. self thought of; so, in a pleased, childlike He expired at nine o'clock. Early in the way, he talked about it till midnight-as day, when he became fully aware that he long as he spoke of anything, for at midcould not live long, he showed that he night the change came, and from that time clung to life, and was loth to leave it; but he only thought of the old days before he he cried: "If I could only see my moth- was a soldier, when he sung hymns in his er-if I could only see my mother before father's church. He sung them now again I die, I would be better satisfied." He in a clear, sweet voice: "Lord have merwas conscious to the last moment, almost, cy upon me;" and those songs without and after reminding Mrs. Caldwell that there were several letters for his mother in his portfolio, she breathed words of consolation to him: "You die in a glorious cause you die for your country." "Yes," replied he, "I am proud to die for my country."

words-a sort of a low intoning. His father was a Lutheran clergyman in South Carolina, so a comrade said, on the morning when the brave but unfortunate youth was sliding gently from all earthly care.

All day long the attendants watched him, sometimes fighting his battles over,

after singing his Lutheran chants, till in | Paducah. Whilst there, three of King's the tent door, close to which he lay, look-robbing band visited the house, demanded ed a rebel soldier, just arrived with other the gun, and alarmed Mrs. Bassford, who prisoners. He started when he saw the ordered a son some fifteen years old, to Lieutenant; and quickly kneeling down find the gun and deliver it over. The by him, called "Henry! Henry!" But boy, after considerable search, found the Henry was looking fixedly at some one a gun; the robbers then demanded a pistol, great way off, and could not hear him, which they were informed belonged in the "Do you know this soldier?" he was ask- family, whereupon the above-named ed by the nurse. "Oh, yes, ma'am; and daughter told them she knew where the his brother is wounded and a prisoner, pistol was, but they could not get it. The too, in the cars, now." Two or three men started after him, found him, and carried him from the cars to the tent. Henry did not know him though; and he threw himself down by his side on the straw, and for the rest of the day lay in a sort of apathy, without speaking, except to assure himself that he could stay with his brother, without the risk of being separated from his fellow prisoners.

Those who would read the most spirited narratives portraying Southern bravery, will find Mr. Orville J. Victor's 'History of the Southern Rebellion,' a work of incomparable value, presenting as it does every noteworthy occurrence with the skill of an accomplished historian, and in the best literary dress,-being accepted also as an authoritative work, both North and South, in respect to the Southern side of the great struggle its military and political bearings, by the pen of a Southern sympathizer.

Sweet Seventeen Overhauling the Secessionists.

robbers insisted, with loud, vulgar oaths, but the girl was determined. Seeing they were foiled in this, they ordered the feeble, sickly boy, to mount up behind one of their clan, as they intended to take him to Camp Beauregard in place of his-Lincolnite father.' The boy and mother in tears

"Sweet Seventeen" overhauling the Seces- protested, but to no effect, and the boy was

sionists.

in the act of mounting, when the heroic sister A noble and well nigh tragical act was stepped between her brother and the robperpetrated in the spring of 1862, by a bers, and drawing, cocking and presenting young lady of Graves County, Kentucky, the pistol, ordered her brother back to the -Miss Anna Bassford, a gentle creature house, and, with eagle-piercing eye fasof seventeen rosy summers. Her father tened on the robbers, and death-dealing and family were devotedly for the Union. determination in her countenance, dared The old man having information that the the scoundrels to hinder or touch her notorious H. C. King, expelled from the brother, and she would lay the robber Kentucky legislature for treason, and his dead at her feet! There was no parleyrobber band intended to visit the house ing after this utterance and attitude-the for the purpose of taking horses, guns, three brigands scampered off and left the etc., hid the gun and carried the horses to family without further molestation.

Fighting for his Country and Deserted by

his Wife.

B

Just before his discharge and return he received a letter from his wife, dated MarIn the pleasant little village of Wyo-quette, Michigan, in which she announced min,g Jones County, Iowa, lived a plain- her intention of coming to Chicago to meet spoken, honest farmer, J him. On his reaching that city, he found by name, who removed thither from a her at the Eagle Hotel, opposite the Northsmall town in Illinois, not far from the western depot.. The two children he had city of Galesburg. He had purchased a left in 1861, had become three. Upon farm in the latter place, but the title her bosom slumbered an infant scarcely proving defective he had removed to Wyo- nine months old, the fruit of her liaison ming, where the person of whom he had with M. Mr. B― was naturally bought the land resided, and there in the indignant, and threatened to take the chilcourts of Jones County prosecuted his dren and leave the woman to follow her claim to judgment. evil inclinations without hindrance. By Twelve years before, in the city of New some means she pacified him, and induced York, he had married a blooming Celtic him to take a glass or two of liquor, and damsel, and by her had been made the he slept. While thus slumbering, the happy father of two beautiful children- woman, he said, entered his chamber and one, a bright, intelligent boy, attained to robbed him of about three hundred dolhis eleventh year, and another, a girl, in lars, the savings of his three years' serher sixth year. When he removed to vice. With this and his two children and Wyoming he took along with him a young the one whose paternity he ascribed to man named G― M—, because his evidence was necessary to enable him to maintain his suit in the Iowa courts. And from this source came his unexpected and calamitous troubles.

M-, she took the cars for Detroit, ae-
companied by a miner from Marquette,
named McC- in whose company she
arrived in Chicago, and who, unknown to
B-, had stopped at the same hotel
with her, in the assumed relation of her
brother-in-law.

The woman had not been long away before the eldest child, the lad before mentioned, returned to the hotel, having escaped from the custody of his mother, just as the cars were starting. From him the father learned all that was necessary to be

During the summer, B- and Mboth enlisted in Company H, Fourteenth Iowa infantry, Colonel William Shaw commanding, and together went to the front. Soon after, M- deserted, and B lost all track of him. After a considerable lapse of time, a young man named JC received a letter which covered one addressed to M—, known of his wife's temptation and fall. This was shown to B-, and he and He said that some time after M-———— deC-concluded to break it open. Judge serted he came to Wyoming, and while of poor B's surprise when he found that it was from his own wife, breathing the most intense love and devotion for his quondam comrade. His resolution was soon taken. He obtained a furlough and returned to his home and took his wife to her friends, who were then in Port Sarnia, Canada West. After the expiration of his leave of absence, he returned to his regiment, from which he heard from her but seldom.

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there maintained the relations of a husband with his mother. The citizens of that village becoming cognizant of the scandal, it was thought best to remove. They went to Marquette, Michigan, and opened a boarding house. Here the child. the fruit of their morganatic union, was born. He filled the place of husband to the woman, passing well until, tempted by the high price of substitutes, he sold himself to a drafted man, and abandoned the

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woman he had taught to deviate from the ond Lieutenant in the same company; but paths of rectitude and virtue. She re- Jeb was now a Major-General, and Baymained not long inconsolable, but speedily ard a Brigadier. During the interview a formed another connection with the man wounded Union soldier lying near was McC, with whom she went to Chi- groaning and asked for water. cago, and under whose auspices she robbed her husband of his money and his child. The guilty pair then went to Detroit, and finally to Canada.

Rare Page in Woman's History.

"Here, Jeb," said Bayard-old time recollections making him familiar, as he tossed his bridle to the rebel officer"hold my horse a minute, will you, till I fetch that poor fellow some water."

Jeb held the bridle. Bayard went to a A gentleman in Ithaca, New York, had stream and brought the wounded man an idea that women could do more with their needles if they did less with their horse, Jeb remarked that he had not for As Bayard mounted his tongues, and he therefore promised fifty some time "played orderly to a Union

dollars to the Sold

iers' aid Society of the village, if twelve women could be found who would sew all day without speaking. Fifteen candidates presented] themselves, and, mirabile dictu, fourteen of them succeeded in keeping quiet. They were sorely tempted by various lookerson, but only one yielded to "woman's infirmity." Heroic fourteen! It is doubtful whether such an instance of female miscuous company, was ever known before, and the fact speaks well for the earnestness and sincerity of their regard for the soldiers. To no stronger test could their patriotism have been subjected.

some water.

Castle Thunder.

silence, in pro- General." The business upon which they met was soon arranged, and the old friends parted-a fight, which had ceased when they were engaged talking, recommencing with great fury on both sides the moment each got back to his own ranks. Jeb's after all, a small sin compared with his fighting against his country's flag was, complicity in the horrors of Libby Prison and Castle Thunder-those modern bastiles, under the regime of Davis, Lee, Stuart, and their myrmidons.

"Jeb" Stuart Playing Orderly to General

Bayard.

During the week of battles in front of Washington, General Bayard went forward, under a flag of truce, to meet and confer with his old comrade in arms, the famous J. E. B. Stuart, of the rebel cav- Such incidents as the above, however, alry. Less than two years previously, attest the old adage that none are so Jeb was first Lieutenant and Bayard sec- bad, some good redeemeth not,' and that

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even Stuart was no exception. "Miles O'Reilly," (the brave Colonel Halpine,) has told many of these good things, and has promised the public a volume full of his fresh and inimitably piquant military jottings, than which nothing could be more acceptable to the "Universal Yankee Nation."

Racy Conversation between Mrs. Polk and

General Mitchell on "the Situation."

When passing through Nashville, General Mitchell, in company with a number of other distinguished officers, called upon Mrs. Polk, the widow of President James K. Polk. The lady made no attempt to conceal her strong sympathies with the rebellion, and singling out General Mitchell, said to him,

"General, I trust this war will speedily terminate by the acknowledgment of Southern independence."

The remark caused a lull in the conversation, and all eyes were turned to General Mitchell, awaiting his response. For a moment he stood in silence, his lips firmly compressed, and then, in tones of deepest earnestness and solemnity, he replied:

"Madam, the man whose name you bear was once President of the United States. He was an honest man and a true patriot. He administered the laws of this Government with equal justice to all. We know of no independence of one section of our country which does not belong to all others; and, judging by the past, if the mute lips of the honored dead who lies so near us could speak, they would express the hope that this war might never cease, if that cessation were to be purchased by the dissolution of the Union of States over which he once presided."

The effect of this remark, uttered in a calm, yet firm and dignified tone, was electrical. But Mrs. Polk, nevertheless, on more than one occasion, avowed herself true to the whole country of which her husband was once the elected ruler.

Merriment in the Wrong Place. After one of the bloody Virginia engagements, the wounded among the Confederates received all possible attention on the part of the Union soldiers, though the want of suitable accommodations was sadly felt. In one of the spots to which the sufferers had been removed, a Federal soldier came along with a pail of soup to fill the canteens and plates, and stopping before a fine athletic fellow, who, it turned out had been married only three days previously, said:

You

"Come, pardner! drink yer sup. Now, ould boy, this 'ill warm ye; sock it down, and ye'll see yer sweetheart soon. Go 'way now! dead, Allybammy? You'll live a hundred years—you wil; that's what you'll do. Won't he, lad? What! Not any? Get out! You'll be slap on your legs next week, and have an

other shot at me this week a'ter that.

You with the butternut trousers! Sa-ay! pardner, wake up!"

Embalming Building before Richmond.

He stirred him gently with his foot: he bent down to touch his face-a grimness came over his mood of merriment; the man was stiff and dumb,-ready to be buried forever from human sight, or be embalmed for conveyance to his once hapру home and kindred.

nessee.

One of the features of the First Tennessee Regiment, was a brave and accomplished young lady of but eighteen sum