her countenance expressed the agony of in- at once pronounced a useless delay—“ she tense suspense and her voice could only knew he was in Nashville, and all she find a choked utterance. "In this, mother," wanted was a dispatch written, and would said the wounded man, pointing to the cof- be obliged for as much haste as possible." fin on which he sat. The scene was heart-"But," said the clerk," are you quite sure rending. The stricken mother had also he is in Nashville?" "Certainly; noanother son in the army. "She Loved a Soldier Lad." thing is more certain." "You would have no objections to meeting him here?" the clerk inquired again, his eye resting on an open page, with his finger at a particular name. The woman flushed as if annoyed. "You are playing with me, Sir. Will you give me the dispatch?" "No; you will not need it. This 'abstract' will please you better. These are direcblocks off," the clerk rejoined, a smile tions where to find your husband—a few breaking over his face. With one looksuch as a woman can give to be sure that she was not the victim of a deception, the young wife darted away, and a few moments afterward found that, after all, the one she sought was not in Nashville, but right within reach of her loving arms. The lover of a young Ohio girl had enlisted, and she determined to join him. She was inspected, accepted, and sworn in with the rest of the company; marched to Camp Jackson, Ohio, drilled there several days, when she was sent with the Third Ohio Regiment to Camp Dennison, near Cincinnati. Here she assisted in all the duties of forming a new camp, handling lumber, standing sentry, etc., until Saturday, when, ascertaining for the first time that there were two Camp Dennisons, and that while she was in one her lover was in the other, in Lancaster, Penn., she went to Colonel Morrow, and requested to be changed from the company she was in, giving as her reason that she preferred associating with Americans, and her company was composed of Irishmen. Her real design was, when her request should be granted, to choose a place in one of the companies of the Second Regiment, not knowing that it would be impossible to change her from one regiment Major Fullerton, of General Granger's to another. Col. Morrow discovered the staff, developed quite a little romance in secret of her sex. Marshal Thompson Shelbyville, Tennessee. Just as the Conthen supplied her with clothing, having federate forces were being driven out of enrobed herself in which, she expressed a the town, the General was on horseback desire to leave, as she had friends in the galloping through one of the streets, and city with whom she could sojourn. She when passing an old dingy brick house was released. Very Pleasant Surprise for Two. A sprightly young wife appeared one day at the office of the Sanitary Commission in Louisville, asking to have a dispatch written for a permit to visit her husband in Nashville. The clerks turned to consult the record for his name, which she Such is an illustration of the noble Sanitary Commission, to which such men as Bellows and others consecrated their time and talents during the war, the noblest scheme of military beneficence, and on the most gigantic scale, ever undertaken in the ages of the world. Delivered at the Eleventh Hour. almost hid from view by the cedar trees in the yard, he observed at a window in it a young lady in her robe de nuit, beckoning him toward her. Although advised not to stop, he wheeled his horse around and entered the yard. A he rebel endeavored to keep him from entering, while the lady called out to him that he must come. So, pushing Mr. Rebel to one side, the General at once passed into the ed in a Southern prison. Among them was house and entered the room where the a young man-young, judging from the lady was. She proved to be the beautiful skeleton-like but still powerful frameMiss Cushman, then quite ill and prostrated by a nervous fever, brought on by the hardships, indignities and insults she had undergone. As he entered the room she caught him by the hand and said— "Thank God, you all have come at last; I am now safe!" but old, from the pinched and ghastly face -a dying one, at all events. Somebody near by uttered the word, softly, "Starving!" But low as it was uttered, the poor boy of whom it was spoken caught the word. "Yes," he said, feebly, "it is quite use Military Prison at Salisbury, N. C. and sufferings had been long. Two or three months previously, she had occasion to pass through the lines from Nashville to Shelbyville. When she arrived there, it was discovered by the secession authorities that she was a Unionist. These two circumstances taken together were enough to convict her as a spy, under the arbitrary rulings of the Confederate Government. She was arrested, tried, and condemned to be executed. She tried to make her escape to the Federal lines, but could not succeed. Before the day fixed for her execution she was taken dangerously ill, and was then removed to the house in which she was discovered. They left Shelbyville in such haste that they either forgot her or else they had not the transportation to carry her, the only carriage that could be had, carried General Bragg and family out of town with great speed a few hours before the Federals entered. An ambulance was fitted up for Miss Cushman, and in it she was sent forward by her deliverers. Relieved through the Mercy of Death. One morning the ambulance brought a load of fourteen Federal prisoners to be immur less, gentlemen-no," turning from the bread that was offered him, "I loathe it now. For days and days I have been mad for it. I have had murder in my heart. I thought if one died the rest might live. Once we caught a dog and roasted him, and quarreled over the bits. We had no cover; we lay on the scorching sand, and, when the terrible heats were over, came the raw fogs and bitter wind." He stopped, seemingly from exhaustion, and lay a few moments silent; then the pitiful voice commenced again : "We were very brave for a while; we thought help was coming. We never dreamed they could go on at home eating, lying soft, and making merry, while we were dying by inches. I think if my brother knew-If ever you get back J charge you, before God, find out Robert Bence, surgeon of the Maine. Tell him that his brother Jem starved to death, and that thousands more are-Ah! just Heaven! the pain again! O Christ! help me! have " The words died away in inarticulate ravings. He tossed his arms wildly over his head; his whole frame racked with the most awful throes. "And this," says the narrator," was my poor boy; so wasted, so horribly transformed, that I had not known him. His glazing eyes had not recognized me. His few remaining hours were one long, raving agony. He never knew that his brother was by his side. I died over and over again, standing there in my utter helplessness. I had never so thanked God as when his moaning fell away into the merciful silence of death." Arriving at Culpepper, the daughter of Major Lee, a young and beautiful damsel, came up to the window from which I leaned, and asked if she could do anything for me; and added, "What did you come down here for?" [This had become a stereotyped query.] I replied, "To protect the Stars and Stripes and preserve the Union." My questioner then proceeded, after the uniform custom, to berate General Scott: "That miserable old Scott-a Virginian by birth-a traitor to his own State-we all hate him!" Miss Lee wore upon her bonnet a minature silken secession flag, which she handed me, remarking that she thought I could fight as well for the "Stars and Bars" as for the Stars and Stripes. I playfully reminded her that she had just denounced General Scott as a traitor to his own State Miss Lee and the Yankee Corporal. -and if I should fight for the "Stars and After the battle of Manassas, the Union Bars," I should be a traitor to the State prisoners were conveyed to the Richmond of New York! This trivial argument prisons, and, as the train was compelled was evidently a poser. "Oh," responded to halt at every station from one to three she, "I had not thought of that!" But hours, the journey occupied two days. she insisted upon my acceptance of the Corporal W. H. Merrill, who was one of emblem of disloyalty, and I still retain it the prisoners, had the honor of a confabu- out of kindly regard for the donor. She cut the button from my coat sleeve, and I consented to the "formal exchange," though not fully recognizing her as a "belligerent power." Miss Lee and the Yankee Corporal. lation with one of the many bright-witted ladies who contributed, by their spirited words and acts, to give such eclat to the cause of the South. According to the Corporal: Scarcely Seventeen Years, but a Heroine. Miss Amelia E. Harmon, a beautiful girl of some seventeen summers, played a prominent part in the thrilling drama of the Gettysburg battles. She occupied with her relatives the best dwelling house in the country round about, and visible from the Seminary Ridge about a mile west of Gettysburg. The destruction of this building was alluded to by Mr. Eve rett in his celebrated Cemetery Oration. Early on the eventful Wednesday morning, the signs of the approaching tempest were so numerous and unmistakable that Miss Harmon was prevented from attending the school at Oak Ridge. Dur ing the charge of Buford's cavalry, which of the gentler nature as gave one some commenced the battle, the house in ques- such cordial feeling, when seeing them, as tion was forcibly occupied by the Federal it is said residents of Bourbon county, Ky., sharpshooters from which to fire upon the habitually experience at so much a gallon. rebels. On the repulse of the Union cav- One of the army boys carried a red squiralry the Confederates announced their in- rel through “thick and thin” over a thoutention of firing the building, in accordance sand miles, "Bun" eating hard tack like with the laws of war; it having been a veteran and having the freedom of the used, they said, as a fort. The family and tent. Another's affections overflowed upon the young lady protested, explaining that a slow-winking, unspeculative little owl, the occupation was forcible, and not with captured in Arkansas, and bearing a name their consent, the young lady adding with a decidedly classical smack to it— that her mother, who was not now living, Minerva. A third gave his heart to a was a Southern woman, and that she would young Cumberland mountain bear. blush for her parentage if Southern men could thus fire the house of defenceless females, and turn them out in the midst of battle!' But chief among camp-pets were dogs. Riding on the saddle-bow, tucked into a baggage wagon, mounted on a knapsack, growling under a gun, were dogs brought to a premature end as to ears and tails, and yellow at that; pug-nosed, square sels of spaniels-Tray, Blanche, Sweetheart, little dogs and all. One of the Confederates then approached her and proposed, in a confidential manner, that if she would prove that she was headed brutes, sleek terriers, delicate mornot a renegade Southerner by hurrahing for the Southern Confederacy, he would see what could be done. The young heroine indignantly refused the mean proposal, and, abandoning her burning home with her aunt, ran the gauntlet of the fire of the two armies. Four-legged Pets in the Army. A dog, like a horse, comes to love the rattle and crash of musket and cannon. There was one in an Illinois regimentand perhaps regarded as belonging to it, though his name might not have appeared on the muster-roll-that chased half-spent shot as a kitten frolics with a ball of worstThe correspondents of the St. Louis ed. He was under fire, and twice woundRepublican, Journal, and Democrat, of the ed, and left the tip of his tail at the battle Chicago Tribune, Times, and Journal, the of Stone River. Woe to the man that Louisville Journal, and of the Cincinnati had wantonly killed him! But there was Gazette, Enquirer, Times, and Commer- a little white spaniel that messed with one cial, would do the country a most valuable of the batteries, and delighted in the name service by embodying in volume form the of "Dot," who was a special favorite. diversified and sparkling contributions, No matter what was up, that fellow's silken through their respective columns, with coat must be washed every day and there which they favored the public during the was need enough of it, for when the battery was on the march, they just plunged him into the sponge-bucket-not the tidiest chamber imaginable— that swings, like its more peaceful neighbor, the tar-bucket, under the rear axle of the gun-carriage— plumped him into that, clapped on the cover, and Dot was good for an inside passage. One day the battery crossed a war. No chronicles were so widely read or so greatly praised, especially by those peculiarly interested in the Western troops. Bun and Dot' are thus delineated by the same hand that could portray the storm and carnage of battle: They had the strangest pets in the army -such as nobody would think of taking to at home, and yet they were little touches stream, and the water came well up to the guns. Nobody thought of Dot, and, when all across, a gunner looked into the bucket -alas! it was full of water, and Dot was as dead as a little dirty door-mat. Mr. Richardson Initiating his Escape. One of the neatest 'sells' was that practiced by Mr. Richardson, (the brilliant writer for the New York Tribune,) upon the prison guard at Salisbury, N. C., when he-Mr. R.,-made his escape from that southern domicil, together with some similarly situated comrades. In Mr. Richardson's account of his unique experience in this matter, he says:— 66 face was so well known to the sentinelthough not his name, as the event proved that he had been able to go out without showing it. The soldier examined it, reading slowly and with difficulty, “ Guardwill permit Junius H. Browne, citizenprisoner, to pass the inner gate, to bring in medical supplies;" and then returned it. saying: "All right, Sir; that pass is correct, for I know Captain Fuqua's handwriting." Once outside, I hid the medical box behind a fence, and found refuge in a little outbuilding until dark. My two friends there joined me; and we walked through the outer gate into the streets in full view of the guard, who, seeing us come from the rebel hospital, supposed us to be sur geons or their assistants. Both "Junius" and our esteemed collaborator, Mr. William E. Davis, of the Cincinnati Gazette, had been furnished with passes to visit, during the day, a rebel hospital, outside the fence and inner By skillful movements, the escape so inline of guards, to order in medical sup- geniously commenced, was carried out to plies for the prisoners. The inflexible complete success, all of which Mr. Richrule was, to exact paroles whenever passes ardson admirably narrates in his book,— were granted, but in the confusion attend- "The Field, Dungeon, and Escape." the great influx of prisoners, the ant upon On that Sunday evening, half an hour before dark-the latest hour they could pass the guard—they both went outside as usual to the rebel hospital. A few minutes after, taking in my hand a great box full of the bottles in which medicines were brought in, I, too, walked rapidly up to the gate, while a dozen friends, in the secret, were looking on to see the result. I attempted to pass the sentinel, but he halted me and asked: "Have you a pass, Sir?" Great Act for a Little Girl Mr. Herbert, a kind-hearted farmer in Illinois, had a little daughter, who, hearing her father ask others to give in aid of the sick and wounded soldiers, thought of what she could do. Of all her playthings she had nothing which could be sold for any amount and so bring money. But she had a very sweet pet lamb, almost as dear to her as a brother or a sister. That surely would bring something. It was of the very finest stock. She had taught it many cunning tricks and winsome ways. The two, child and lamb, had eaten from the same dish, and many hours they had played together upon the sunny hillside, and the lamb, like "little Mary's," knew its name as well as that of its mistress. She proposed, with tears in her eyes, and almost heart-broken to think of it, to give her dear pet to the sick and wounded soldiers. She gave it, and she and the lamb together went in the procession, on one of the wagons. The president of the Soldiers' |