were also two ladies, evidently belonging guile the few hours of leisure that he had to the first classes of the Crescent city. by looking up the ambitious youth. He One of them dropped her lace pocket hand-made his way, by dint of much inquiry, kerchief-he, the officer, stooped most gal- to a small tailor's shop on the outskirts of lantly, and handed it to her. She looked at the town, and when he was admitted at him with unmeasured contempt, and said, the door he found a lad sitting cross-legged "Do you suppose I will touch anything contaminated by your touch?" That insult restored his manhood and his patriotism, which had fairly melted under the bright eyes of the Creole beauty; he took up the handkerchief with the smallest possible touch, as if he felt its possession by her had been a contamination, opened the car window, deliberately dropped it in the street, and sat down. The lady's brusqueness had been more than matched.

upon the tailor's bench, mending a rent in an old pair of pantaloons. But this lad had another occupation besides his manual toil. Near by, on a small block of wood, rested a book of abstruse science, to which he turned his eyes whenever they could be transferred from the work in his hands. The member accosted him by the name given in the letter, and the lad replied "I am the person." "You wish, then, to be at West Point?" "I do," he rejoined. "Why?" asked the Congressman. "Because," answered the tailor youth, "I feel that I was born for

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Appointment of Burnside as a Cadet. About twenty years ago, one of the members of President Lincoln's cabinet Secretary Smith,-was a member of Congress from a distant Western State. He had the usual right of designating a single candidate for admission to the West Point Military Academy. The applications made to him for a vacancy which then existed were not many, but among appointed a cadet them was a letter from a boy of sixteen or seventeen years of age, who, without any accompanying recommendations or references, asked the appointment for him- something better than mending old self. The member dismissed the appeal from his mind, with perhaps a passing thought of the forwardness and impudence of the stripling who could aspire to such a place on no other grounds than his desire to get a good education at the public expense.

But happening a short time afterward to be in the little village whence the letter was mailed, the incident was recalled to his memory, and he thought he would be

clothes." The member talked further with him, and was so well pleased with his frankness, his spirit, and the rare intelligence he evinced, that he procured him the appointment.

Name of the member, Caleb Smith. Name of the appointee, Ambrose E. Burnside. This reminiscence was one which Burnside's comrades at head-quarters (when the cadet had risen to be General,) not unfrequently recounted with a

hearty zest, and it doubtless did not fail least worthy of being recorded. She

to cross the memory of the gallant Gener

al himself.

Lizzie's Mark on the Handkerchief.

affirmed, after close investigation, that of the births which took place in New York, during the war, those which occurred in families whose attachment to the Union In one of the hospitals of the Union was decided and zealous, were mostly army in Virginia, there was a young fel- boys, while in families in which there was low, severely though not painfully wound- a decided sympathy for the secession ed. Seeing some clean linen rag-stuff cause, they were mostly girls. Of course, which one of the doctors had left on the every one's observation or knowledge floor a little distance off, he asked an at- would furnish them to instances confirmtendant to tear him off a piece that would ing such a statement, or showing it to be serve for the purpose of a pocket hand- a mistake. It has often been said that in kerchief. Thinking the surgeon might countries wasted by long wars, carrying have set apart the linen for some special off the male population, there was a large use, and preferring in any case to give him predominance of male births.

a bona fide handkerchief, if there was one

As the ladies in one of the Union Sanitary establishments were one evening at their tea, a Confederate prisoner came in and stated that a sick comrade wanted

the ladies was just about eating a saucer of raspberries, and turning to the messenger she handed them to him, saying:

"Take these to him, and tell him they come from a good Union lady, who deprives herself of them to give them to a Confederate soldier."

left, the attendant felt in his pocket, and | Agreeable Reciprocity of Union Sentiment. there at its bottom was the last of his small store. It was rather a nice affair; the cambric not of the finest, but with quite a stylish border round its edge, and he pronounced it "bully," as it was handed "something good-some fruit." One of to him. The outside fold had, as usual, the Commission's stamp, but it soon appeared that there was still another mark upon it; for he had scarcely unfolded it and held it out for an admiring inspection, before he uttered quite a shriek of delight, and asked the attendant if he knew his folks at home, and if they had given him the handkerchief to be thus handed. It appeared that besides the mark of the Commission, there was marked in thread the name of the relief society in his native place, and the poor fellow gave sundry reasons for his positive assertion that the marking must have been done by none other than the hands of his little sister Lizzie. Of course such a discovery delighted him.

In a short while the messenger returned with the saucer, bearing the following message from the recipient of the lady's kindness:

"He wished they were united."

Wedding-Table Flag at Pensacola. On the night of the arrival of Union troops at Pensacola, two or three of the private soldiers were taking a stroll, and during this walk were met by a very finelooking lady, who immediately grasped Birth of Boys and Girls in War Times. one of the party by the hand, and seemed One of the "strong minded" women of so overjoyed that for a moment she could New York city-one noted for the acute- say nothing. At last she told them how ness as well as accuracy of her observa- happy she was at their arrival, and that tions of life and society-bore her testi- she had long prayed for the coming of that mony to a remarkable physiological fact, day; then, taking a small silk American owing to moral causes, and which is at flag from her bosom, she presented it to

Independent Southern Girls.

One of the rebel papers, in publishing the marriage of a young lady, took occasion to give her the recommendation of being what might be called, sure enough,

one of them, saying, "For nine months I have carried this flag hidden on my person, praying that an opportunity like this would present itself, that I might offer it to a Union soldier. This flag graced my wedding table, and I love it and every an independent girl. Her bridal outfit soldier that fights for it." The husband of this lady was obliged to fly for his life on account of his Union principles.

was made all with her own hands, from her 'beautiful and elegant straw hat, down to the handsome gaiters upon her feet. Her own delicate hands spun and wove Girl-Boy Soldier in the Ninetieth Illinois. the material of which her wedding dress Frances Hook's parents died when she and traveling cloak were made, so that was only three years old, and left her, with she had nothing upon her person when she a brother, in Chicago, Illinois. Soon after was married which was not made by herthe war commenced, she and her brother self. Nor was she compelled by poverty enlisted in the Sixty-fifth "Home Guards." or necessity to make this exhibition of her Frances assumed the name of "Frank independence. She did it for the purpose Miller." She served three months and of showing to the world how independent was mustered out, without the slightest Southern girls are.' suspicion of her sex having arisen. She then enlisted in the Ninetieth Illinois, and was taken prisoner in a battle near Chattanooga. She attempted to escape and was shot through the calf of one of her limbs while said limbs were doing their duty in the attempt. The rebels searched her person for papers and discovered her

sex.

Special Aid to General Hunter. Quite a sensation was created in Jefferson City, Missouri, one evening, by the arrival of Mrs. Colonel Ellis, from Tipton, bearer of dispatches from General Hunter and Colonel Ellis. She was dressed in semi-military riding-habit and hat, with The rascals respected her person as a crimson sash thrown around the left a woman, and gave her a separate room shoulder, as an officer of the day, mounted while in prison at Atlanta, Ga. During on a splendid charger, and attended by her captivity she received a letter from two orderlies. She had ridden forty-five Jeff. Davis, offering her a Lieutenant's miles since ten o'clock, and, without taking commission if she would enlist in their a moment's rest, delivered her orders at army. She had no home and no relatives, camp, and then waited upon General Price but she said she preferred to fight as a with her dispatches, urging forward two private soldier for the stars and stripes squadrons of Colonel Ellis's command, tɔ rather than be honored with a commission join the regiment at Tipton. This mulier from the "rebs." At last she was ex-valiente was attached to the First Missouri changed. The insurgents tried to extort Cavalry, as special aid to her husband, from her a promise that she would go Colonel Ellis. home, and not enter the service again. "Go home;" she said, "my only brother was killed at Pittsburg Landing, and I have no home-no friends!" Frank is described as of about medium height, with dark hazel eyes, dark brown hair, rounded features, and feminine voice and appear

ance.

Love Greetings to the Soldiers.

Some of the marks which were fastened on the blankets, shirts, etc, which were sent to the Sanitary Commission for the soldiers, show the thought and feeling at home. Thus, on a home-spun blanket, warm, and washed as white as snow, was pinned

a bit of paper, which said, "This blanket | ordered her to quit the premises, but she was carried by Milly Aldrich (who is 93 had invariably refused to do so. At length years old) down hill and up hill, one and the battle opened, and while still engaged a half miles, to be given to some soldier." in her patriotic work a ball pierced her On a bed-quilt was pinned a card, say- loyal breast, and she fell. Curiously ing-"My son is in the army. Whoever enough, almost at the same moment a rebel is made warm by this quilt, which I have officer of high rank fell near the place worked on for six days and most all of where Mrs. Wade had perished. The six nights, let him remember his own rebels, obtaining the body of the officer, mother's love."

On another blanket was this "This blanket was used by a soldier in the war of 1812-may it keep some soldier warm in this war against traitors!"

On a pillow was written-"This pillow belonged to my little boy, who died resting on it: it is a precious treasure to me, but I give it for the soldiers."

On a pair of woolen socks was written "These stockings were knit by a little girl five years old, and she is going to knit some more, for mother says it will help some poor soldier."

immediately constructed a rude coffin in which to inter him; but it is recorded, that hardly was it finished, when, in the surging of the conflict, a federal column occupied the ground. The woman's body, discovered by our troops, was at once placed in the coffin awaiting an occupant; and so, as witnesses love still to testify, finally was buried, amidst the tears of hundreds who knew the story of her valor and kindheartedness. No class in the world are more appreciating of woman's good offices to them than soldiers, whether in the camp or in the hospital, in health or in sickness. Mrs. Wade was one of the noblest of her sex. Peace to her

On a box of beautiful lint was this mark, "Made in a sick room, where the sunlight has not entered for nine years, but where goodly memory. God has entered, and where two sons have bid their mother good-bye, as they have gone out to the war."

On a bundle containing bandages was written "This is a poor gift, but it is all I had; I have given my husband and my boy, and only wish I had more to give."

On some eye-shades were marked"Made by one who is blind. Oh, how I long to see the dear old flag that you are fighting for!"

Mrs. Wade, the Loyal Bread-Baker at
Gettysburg.

Pointed Rebuke from a Soldier's Death-bed.

Among the wounded at the battle of Stone River, in Tennessee,-a scene wor

One of the most touching episodes of the invasion of Pennsylvania, when Lee was met and discomfited at Gettysburg, was the following: Before the battle of Friday, while our forces awaited assault, a woman named Wade was engaged in baking bread for our troops in a house thily commemorated by an enduring monsituated directly in range of the guns of ument, was a young man. Over the both armies. The rebels had repeatedly mortally wounded son hung the anxious

Monument at Stone River

"Then his daughter?"-this was said very smilingly. "No."

"His niece, perhaps?"-endearingly. "No; no relation, that I know of." "Then a lady friend, on a visit?". puzzlingly.

"No, not that, either."

"Well, then, may I be permitted to ask who you are?"

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Certainly," replied the lady, who had enjoyed the soldier's discomfiture with a piquant relish; "I am his slave!"

mother, in the deepest sorrow that he gave no evidence of fitness for eternal scenes. But the words the dying youth uttered, severely as they condemned himself, showed clearly his dying convictions. To an appeal from a religious friend, he replied, "If I live to get well, I will be a Christian; but I will not throw the fagend of my life in the face of the Almighty." He immediately expired. The poor fellow certainly mistook the gospel mode of salvation, for faith in Christ can avail in other cases as it did with the dying thief in his last moments. The 'fag-end' of his life was distinguished by an act which opened to him the gates of Paradise. The time may indeed be short, but much are matters pretty generally known. Of may be done often in a short time. The any female victories, however, in that restriking language of the dying soldier, gion, somewhat less has been told. A however, contains a stinging rebuke, worthy of pretty general remembrance, and especially by those who practically claim the best of life for themselves, while they venture to put off their Maker with the little that remains when they are about to sink into the grave.

Proof against Federal Gallantry.
One or two rebel victories at Bull Run

Solution of a Problem peculiarly Southern. A pleasant and not uninstructive incident occurred one morning in Vicksburg, at the expense of a gallant young soldier. He was prospecting around town, when his attention was attracted to a stable of very fine horses. While admiring their nice points, he was surprised by the appearance of a very fascinating young lady, as she emerged from another apartment of the horse-house, and bowed politely, certain Union Colonel, a staff officer of one and smiled killingly upon him. He stammered out something like an apology for his seeming intrusion, mixing up the words "proclamation" and "confiscation," etc., and ended by asking who was the owner of the place?

"Dr. Neely," replied the lady.

of our Generals, noted for his talent at repartee, and for the favorable opinion which he entertained of his own good looks, stopped at the house of a farmer, and discovered there a fine milch cow, and, still better, a pretty girl, attired in a neat calico dress, cut low in the neck and short

"And you-you are his wife?" asked in the sleeves. After several unsuccess

the soldier doubtfully.

"No," said the lady.

ful attempts to engage the young lady in conversation, he proposed to her to have