mers, and of prepossessing appearance, van. Just before taking up their line of uamed Sarah Taylor, of East Tennessee, march, they all knelt, and lifting up their the step-daughter of Captain Dowden, of right hands, solemnly swore never to rethe First Tennessee Regiment. Miss Tay- turn without seeing their homes and lor was an exile from home, having joined loved ones. the fortunes of her step-father and her Female Loveliness at Fort Henry. wandering companions, accompanying them in their perilous and dreary flight appeared to present itself when our army Not a single atom of Union sentiment from their hearths and homesteads. She reached the neighborhood of Fort Henry. formed the determination to share with Even the women were as bitter and unher late companions the dangers and fa- relenting in their hatred of the Yankees, tigues of a military campaign; and to as could be the most unregenerated son this end, she donned a neat blue chapeau, of the chivalry.' beneath which her long hair was fantasti"I shan't run ef my ole man did "cally arranged, bearing at her side a high- screamed one muscular termagant, in a ly finished regulation sword, and silver-highly pitched key, as the scouts made mounted pistols in her belt, all of which up-"shoot if you want to; I just as gave her a very neat appearance. She lieve die now as any time. You think became quite the idol of the Tennessee you're goin to take the Fort, but you'll boys, who looked upon her as a second get fooled-thar's a right smart heap o' Joan of Arc, believing that victory and men thar!" glory would perch upon the standards borne in the ranks favored by her presMiss Captain Taylor was, indeed, all courage and skill. Having become an adept in the sword exercise, and a sure shot with a pistol, she determined to lead in the van of the march-to return her exiled countrymen to their homes, if it cost the sacrifice of her own life's blood.

ence.

Just then some of the scouts came in

lugging a butternut native, whom they fished out of the bushes, and who proved

to be her "ole man."

Henry.

"I tole you you oughtener done gone and took to the bush! But don't you let down an inch-if they shoot you, don't let down an inch!"—and screaming like an hyena, she banged the door furiously When the order was issued to the Ten- in their face, and was seen no more. nesseans to march to reinforce Colonel She was about an average specimen of Garrard, the wildest excitement pervaded the sex as found in the vicinity of Fort the whole camp, Miss Taylor mounting her horse, and, cap in hand, galloping along the line like a spirit of flame, cheer- Red, White and Blue,-God's Flag. ing on the men. She wore a blue blouse, When the Federal troops first made and was armed with pistols, sword and their appearance near Bardstown, Kenrifle, and the persecuted Tennesseans tucky, a little boy, who just then discovlooked upon the daring girl who followed ered a beautiful rainbow arching the their fortunes through sunshine and shad- heavens, ran to his mother and exclaimed, ow, with the tenderest feeling of venera- " Mother, God is a Union man." His tion, and each would willingly have offered mother questioned him for his reason for his life in her defence. There was but thinking so, and the little fellow replied little sleep in the camp on Saturday night, that he had seen his flag, and it was so great was the joy of the men at the "Red, White, and Blue." Surely, "Out prospect of meeting the foe, and at a very of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast early hour in the morning they filed away thou ordained strength because of thine jubilantly, with their Joan of Arc in the enemies."

Little Overweighted with Cold Lead. boy enlisted, in the spring of 1864, in the Those who visited the sick soldiers and negro regiment organized in that city. did good in the hospitals, occasionally got He took part in the action of July 30th, a gleam of fun among all the sad scenes, in front of Petersburg, and was one of for any wag who has been to the war sel- those who fell wounded near the famous dom loses his humor, though he may have crater. "Badly wounded and in the hands lost all else save that and honor. Witness of the rebels," was the word that came to an illustration from life:

C, good soul, after taking all the little comforts he could afford to the wounded soldiers, went into the hospitals for the fortieth time, again, with his mite, consist

his mother. That was in August. The autumn months came and went in succession, but brought no further word of this only son of his mother and she a widow Her friends and his friends generally be

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lieved him dead. It did not seem probable that he had survived his wounds, yet no one had the heart to say as much to his poor old mother.

She continually said, "I rust in de good Lord." She did not appear to even think it possible her boy would die. Much effort was made in the latter half of November and the first half of December to get word from him, but all to no avail.

"Some one ought to tell his ing of several papers of cut chewing to- mother," was often remarked among those bacco-solace for the wounded,' as he who were interested in the case, yet no called it. He came to one bed, where a one spoke discouragingly to her. Who poor fellow lay cheerfully humming a tune, could do it? She wondered why she did and studying out faces on the papered not hear from him, she never wearied in wall. "Got a fever?" asked C. No," devising crude and simple plans for comanswered the soldier. "Got a cold?" municating with him. About the middle "Yes; cold-lead." "Where?" "Well, of December, or a little later, she was to tell the truth, its pretty well scattered. heard to say, "De Lord he will pervide, First, there's a bullet in my right arm -they hain't dug that out yet. One in my right leg-hit the bone-that fellow hurts. One through my left hand-that fell out. And, I tell you what, friend, with all this lead in me, I feel, generally speaking, a little heavy all over."

Faith and its Reward.

Not far from the Capitol in Washington lived an old negro woman, whose only

an' I shall hear from him bime-by." That was on a Tuesday. The next Thursday afternoon he opened the door of his old mother's little house, and walked in and threw his arms around her neck! Wasn't that a royal Christmas gift for the trustful old soul? Half an hour later she burst into the house of friends who had aided her, with only "My boy's come! my boy's come!" He had not been wounded, but was taken prisoner and sent

to the Libby prison, where he acted as servant for about three months. One afternoon, when he was sent out for wood"Oh, golly," says he, "I jus den forgot de way back!" He was near three weeks in making his way overland from Richmond to Washington, and brought through three negro women, five children, and two men !

"Certainly, my brave fellow; but you will live to a good old age with your wife. Do not grow melancholy over a fancy or a dream!"

"You will see," was the response.

And so the treasured picture changed hands, and the sergeant stepped forward to the front of the column, and was soon beyond recognition.

At the camp-fire that evening the officers after a while made enquiry for the

Fulfillment of the Sergeant's Prophecy. Presentments on the battle-field often sergeant. He was not present. He had prove prophetic. Here is an instance: been killed three hours before by a grapeWhile Colonel Osterhaus was gallantly shot from one of the enemy's batteries. attacking the centre of the enemy, on the second day of the battle at Pea Ridge, a sergeant of the Twelfth Missouri requested the Captain of his company to send his

Incident in the Battle of Fredericksburg.

Sergeant Charles H. Stevenson, of Henrietta, N. Y., was one of the killed at the battle of Fredericksburg. A strange incident connected with his death is stated to have transpired, and is not unworthy of record as one of the incidents of the On the day of that battle his wife was out in the yard, when suddenly she was made aware of a presence behind her, and turning, felt a warm breath on her cheek, and saw her husband, who, how

war.

I do now. A moment ago I became con- ever, almost immediately vanished. As vinced my time had come, but, how, I can- she turned she cried out, 'Oh! Charlie, is not tell. Will you gratify my request? that you?" and returned to the house, Remember I speak to you as a dying where she at once told some friends that she had seen her husband, and that she

man."

knew she would never see him alive again. As near as could be ascertained, the event occurred just at the time of day when her husband was killed.

Chance for a "Lady of Character." Among the documents left by the editors of the Memphis (Tenn.) "Appeal," when they left that city, was the following gentle epistle from a secessionist woman, who had sent it to that paper for publication:

A CHALLENGE.

where as the wicked policy of the president-Making war upon the South for refusing to submit to wrong too palpable

Executive Favor well Bestowed.

A postmaster from Illinois having been killed in the Union army at Vicksburg, Mississippi, there was of course some competition for his office, but President Lin

for Southerners to do. And where as it coln endorsed the application in behalf of has become necessary for the young Men the deceased soldier's widow, and afterof our country, My Brother in the num-wards wrote a note to the Postmaster ber To enlist to do the dirty work of General, in which he thus most nobly put Driving the Mercenarys from our sunny in a plea for the right person in the right south, whose soil is too holy for such place. Says the President: "Yesterday, wretches to tramp And whose atmosphere little endorsements of mine went to you is too pure for them to breathe

in two cases of Postmasterships sought for For such an indignity offord to Civili-widows whose husbands have fallen in the zation I Merely Challenge any abolition or Black Republican lady of character if there can be such a one found among the negro equality tribe. To Meet me at Masons and dixon line: With a pair of Colt's repeaters or any other weapon they May Choose. That I may receive satisfaction

for the insult.

VICTORIA E. GOODWIN,
Springdale Miss April 27, 1861.

battles of this war. These cases occurring on the same day, brought me to reflect more attentively then I had before done, as to what is fairly due from us here, in the dispensing of patronage toward the chief burden of saving our country. My men who, by fighting our battles, bear the conclusion is that, other claims and qualifications being equal, they have the better right, and this is especially applicable to the disabled soldier and the deceased "Pro-Patria” Pictures at the Soldiers' Fair. soldier's family." Most worthy and disThe more celebrated pictures in the su- criminating consideration on the part of perb collection that adorned the great the President, in behalf of the brave men Soldiers' Fair in New York were left for who fell in defence of their country,-and exhibition, through the kindness of their for the dependent ones whom they left beowners; but many most admirable works hind them! were given to it to be sold for its benefit. These latter were accordingly distinguished from the others by being marked on the frame with the very appropriate words, "Pro-Patria."

Childhood's Prayer in the Last Hour. It was the evening after a great battle. All day long the din of strife had echoed far, and thickly strewn lay the shattered "What does that mean, Ma?" said a forms of those so lately erect and exultant

in the flush and strength of manhood. and was quite well known as a clever Among the many who bowed to the con- actress. From Cleveland she went to queror Death that night, was a youth in Louisville, where she had an engagement the first freshness of mature life. The in Wood's Theatre. Here, by her intimastrong limbs lay listless, and the dark hair cy with certain rebel officers, she incurred was matted with gore, on the pale, broad the suspicion of being a secessionist, and forehead. His eyes were closed. As one was arrested by the Federal authorities. who ministered to the sufferer bent over She indignantly denied that she was dishim, he at first thought him dead; but the loyal, although born at the South, and white lips moved, and slowly in weak having a brother in a secession Mississippi tones he repeated-" Now I lay me down regiment. to sleep," &c., going through those five sweet and precious lines.

As he finished, he opened his eyes, and, meeting the pitying gaze of a brother soldier, he exclaimed, "My mother taught me that when I was a little boy, and I have said it every night since I can remember. Before the morning dawns, I believe that God will take my soul for 'Jesus' sake,' but before I die, I want to send a message to my mother."

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He was carried to a temporary hospital, and a letter was written to his mother, which he dictated, full of Christian faith and filial love. He was calm and peaceful. Just as the sun arose, his spirit went home. His last articulate words were, I pray the Lord my soul to take; And this I ask for Jesus' sake." The prayer of childhood was thus the prayer of his manhood. He learned it at his mother's knee in his far distant Northern home, and he whispered it in dying, when his young life ebbed away on a Southern battle-field.

In order to test her love for the old

flag, she was asked if she would enter the secret service of the government. She readily consented, and was at once employed to carry letters between Louisville and Nashville. She was subsequently employed by General Rosecrans, and was for many months with the army of the Cumberland. She visited the enemy's lines time after time, and was thoroughly Miss Major Cushman among her Captors. acquainted with all the country and roads Some of the experiences of that re- in Tennessee, Northern Georgia, Alabama markable woman, Miss Major Pauline and Mississippi, in which sections she renCushman, the Federal scout and spy, are dered the Federal armies invaluable serequal to anything found in the pages of vice. romance. They are of the most thrilling Twice was she suspected of being a spy, character. Indeed, among the women of and taken prisoner, but managed to escape. America who made themselves famous At last, however, she was not so fortunate. during the opening of the rebellion, few After the Union forces had captured have suffered more, or rendered more ser- Nashville, Major Cushman made a scout vice to the Union cause, than she. towards Shelbyville, to obtain information

At the commencement of hostilities, of the strength and position of the enemy, Miss Cushman resided in Cleveland, Ohio, and while returning to Nashville, was