Oak Ridge Seminary, will be found of pe- leave the day blank." The next day he culiar interest. After speaking of the courage of the young ladies during the battle their assistance in relieving the wounded, when no surgeon could be obtained-she says:

When our forces retreated from Seminary Ridge, many of the prisoners were taken here. At the time, (though a coward before,) it seemed that I was ready to meet the whole rebel army-every vestige of fear had vanished. A Colonel rushed into the breakfast-room, and a rebel after him, demanding him to surrender. The Colonel, being a very large man, could scarcely breathe, (he was asthmatical,) and begged for time to regain his breath; he told them to shoot him '-that 'he would not surrender, and if,' said he, 'I had my men here you could not take me.'

was instantly killed by a shell which struck him in the breast, tearing his body to pieces,-Colonel Parsons, who was standing near by, narrowly escaping. He was buried on the field, and the same head

I saw that he would be shot if he resisted any longer, and while the rebels were contending with some prisoners in another part of the breakfast-room, I board that he had lettered was placed over

begged the Colonel to go with him and I his grave. He was not expecting to rewould save his sword. He consented, and turn with the regiment, for he had re-enI concealed his sword in the folds of my listed. For some of these most touching, dress, and begged them to grant him five as well as brilliant chronicles of the great minutes, which was granted, and he as- four years' war, few works will compare, sured me that he would be back for his in point of choice discrimination, with sword.' It was a sad sight to see them "The Bugle Blast," by E. S. S. Rouse, take that gray-headed veteran, but it was an eye-witness and participant. a joyful sight to see him return to reclaim his sword, having gone with them as far as Monterey Springs and escaped-'rolled away from them,' he said, for he could not walk.

Carving His Own Head-Board.

Converting Lady Rebels.

Uncle Sam's nephews in Arkansas found an agreeable and effectual way of crushing the rebellion. It had come to be an axiom, that the women of the South were the most rebellious, and that but for them," A singular incident is related of Ser- the spirit of rebellion would have died out. geant Major Polley, of the Tenth Massa- The Federal boys, therefore, went on the chusetts regiment. A day or two before very rational principle of striking at the that regiment left for home, while lying in root of the evil and of conquering the wothe trenches before Petersburg, he carved men. The tactics adopted to this endwith his knife upon a wooden head-board, consisting of wooing and marrying the fair similar to those placed at soldiers' graves, ones-proved highly successful. Whether the words, "Serg. Maj. George F. Polley, it was because their secesh lovers were out 10th Mass. Vols., killed June, 1864," of sight, and, therefore, out of mind, or remarking to the Colonel, "I guess I'll that they had lost all hopes of seeing them

you'll be the fourteenth lady as has done it this blessed mornin'.

again, or because the blue coats had such winning ways, was not stated; but, nevertheless, marriages of the soldiers and citi- It was for the want of such judicious zenesses were of daily occurrence. One supervision as characterized that gentle clergyman married as many as five of these and beloved minister of good, Miss Dix, couples in one day; and in the county of that such annoying scenes as the above Conway, all single women under the fasci- sometimes occurred. Wherever she went, nating age of sixty were gobbled up as her presence was a sweet benediction, but fast as the soldiers found them. This was her movements were as harmonious and certainly one of the most effectual means systematic as though benevolence was a of putting down the rebellion. The fair science. rebels were, of course, turned over, and became firm believers in the Union, if not unconditional unionists,-a phase of the development of Union feeling in Arkansas that must have been very agreeable, at least to the parties consummating the Union.

On the Lord's Side.

Sue Munday, the Female Guerrilla. A band of guerrillas, led by a notorious character, named Berry, formerly of John Morgan's command, attacked the stage near Shawneetown, Kentucky, one Friday evening, robbing the passengers and rifling the mail bag. After this exploit, the band moved in the direction of Harrods

President Lincoln had various inter- burg, relieved the toll-gate keeper near views with delegations of clergymen from that place of cash and various articles, different sections of the country, during and then dashed into town. the war of the rebellion. Of one of these The Savings Bank was honored with delegations it is not related that they had the first call. The managers of the instimuch to say when they were admitted into tution observed the movement, and hastily his presence, but, in taking leave, one of closed and barred the doors before the them remarked that he "hoped the Lord scoundrels could gain an entrance. The was on our side." "I don't agree with you," said the President. Of course they looked amazed. "I hope, indeed, that we are on the Lord's side!" he continued.

robbers fired several shots as the doors were being closed, but no injury was done by the same. Finding they could not force the doors, the guerrillas proposed to fire the building, but before they could put

Rubbing it in-Scene in the Park Barracks, the design into execution, the citizens, who had armed themselves and collected

New York.

(Dramatis Persona.) A sick and to defend their homes, commenced firing wounded, but good-looking soldier, and an on the robber band. The outlaws were anxious lady nurse in search of a sub- taken by surprise, and, greatly alarmed, ject: fled from the town.

Lady Nurse-My poor fellow, can I do One of the peculiar characters or peranything for you? sonages composing this band of cut-throats, Soldier (emphatically)-No, ma'am ! was the officer second in command, recogNothin'!

Lady Nurse-I should like to do something for you. Shall I not sponge your face and brow for you?

Soldier (despairingly)-You may sponge my brow if you want to very bad; but

nized by the men as Lieutenant Flowers. The officer in question was a young woman, her real name being Sue Munday. She dressed herself in male attire, generally sporting a full Confederate uniform. Upon her head she wore a jaunty plumed

hat, beneath which there escaped a wealth | ply struck home to his heart, and he burst of dark brown hair, falling around and into tears. They were not bitter tears, down her shoulders in luxuriant curls. but tears of joy. His question was anShe was possessed of a comely form, had swered; the evidence of woman's interest a dark, piercing eye, was a bold rider and was before his eyes, and he was content. daring leader. Prior to connecting her- His eyelids closed down, his breathing self with Berry's gang of outlaws, she grew calm, and soon sleep touched him, was associated with the band commanded and he was dreaming.

by Captain Alexander, who met his doom

some time previously in Southern Ken- "No Wickedness like the Wickedness of a

tucky.

Woman."

Lieutenant Flowers, or Sue Munday, The bitter and ferocious spirit of thousands of rebel women in Virginia, Kentucwas a practiced robber, and many ladies, who had been so unfortunate as to meet ky, Tennessee and other States, as exhibited her on the highway, could testify with during the war, towards Unionists, is what sang froid she presented a pistol and scarcely, if at all, surpassed by the female

commanded "Stand and deliver." Her name had become widely known, and, to the ladies, it was associated with horror. On the evening when the outlaws were at Harrodsburg, Sue dexterously robbed a young lady of her watch and chain; and if the citizens had not so unceremoniously expelled the thieving band from the town, she would doubtless have paid her respects to the jewelry and valuables of all the ladies of the place.

My Bold Soldier Boy.

monsters that shrieked and howled for victims in the French Revolution.

A wounded soldier, of the Union army, fell out from the ranks retreating through Winchester, Virginia, and sank down upon

"What do the women say about us boys at home?" asked a poor battlewrecked soldier in the hospital, himself but a lad, of one who sat at his side. That brow of his ached for the touch of a loving hand. He had walked through rough, stony places-temptation, sin, folly the steps of one of the houses. He had had beset him on the right hand and on not been sitting there long when a woman the left; but he felt still a mother's influ- came out and asked him if he were not ence on his soul, leading him into the June able to walk. He replied that he was not. paths of old. At the very moment he Seeing a revolver in his belt, she asked asked the question "What do the women him to let her look at it. Suspecting nosay of us at home?" he was turning over thing, he handed it to her. She delibera little silken needle-book that some laugh- ately presented it to his head, and ordered ing girl had one day sent to the Sanitary him immediately to leave the steps. He Commission, working on its cover the did so; and hobbled along a distance words, playfully perhaps, "My bold soldier- of but a few feet, when she fired the pisboy." The friend, sitting by, simply tol, piercing his side with the bullet. He pointed to the happy inscription. The re- fell on the street and instantly expired.

The woman threw down the revolver and for us here, we have been, and are now coolly walked back into the house.

Will it be believed that such events occurred in the heart of Christian civilization, in the middle of the nineteenth century? But this was only one of multiplied cases of the sort.

Off-Hand Eloquence of a Rough Cavalry

man.

watching you with intense interest. We grasp the papers to read of your deeds of noble daring, and while rejoicing over them, our tears flow at the tales of the hardships, the sufferings, by which they are won. We think of you, we pray for you, and may our heavenly Father bless and save you all.'

'Currant wine from Princeton, New Jersey, may it refresh you brave men from Illinois.'

'Kentucky is almost erect in her struggles; New Jersey's arms entwine her more closely than ever.'

When General Custer made his raid into Virginia, in the spring of 1864, all the horses that were valuable which came in his way were taken in the name of the United States. In one place, a very handsome lady, quite young, expostulated loudForget not the invisible hand that ly with a cavalryman for taking the farm-leads you to victory.' horses. "My dear Miss," said the soldier, 'New Jersey extends her hand to you, "we do not want to take your horses-brave Tennesseeans: she has watched you ours are much better; and besides it goes with deep interest and warm sympathies ; against our feelings, but military necessity our heavenly Father bless and keep you requires this step, and we are merely the under the dear old Stars and Stripes.' agents of unrelenting destiny." In spite of her concern the pretty creature laughed at such off-hand eloquence from a rough cavalryman.

Wine and Sentiment for the Hospital
Soldiers.

In the Louisville journals of March, 1862, one of the hospital features of the war is thus set forth :

Mrs. C. M. Love returns her grateful thanks to Miss Breckinridge and other kind ladies of Princeton, New Jersey, for another liberal donation of hospital stores, including a large supply of superior currant-wine, made by a lady of Princeton, with a beautiful, patriotic, Christian sentiment written upon nearly all the bottles, of which the subjoined are specimens:

'Let no dark clouds prevent you from seeing the bright sunlight beyond.' 'Forget not, forfeit not, your time-honored name, brave Kentuckians.'

'New Jersey honors the Union soldiers in Kentucky, no matter where from.'

'The ladies of Princeton, New Jersey, think and talk of nothing else scarcely, but the brave soldiers fighting and suffering for our glorious Union.'

Remember Washington, the great Father of his country, and emulate his virtues.'

'You suffer in a holy cause; may you receive an everlasting reward.' 'Be patient, be hopeful, the day is dawning.'

This wine was made on the battle-field Currant wine from the old battle-fields of Princeton, Mercer county, New Jersey, of Princeton, New Jersey. 'Let no not far from where Washington led his traitor's feet pollute the glorious emblem army on to victory, and where the gallant of our freedom.'

Soldiers may the stars which float over your heads point you to heaven, and may you be gathered there in brighter and more enduring clusters.'

Mercer fell for this our glorious Union. May it bear to you invigorating, refreshing, and healing virtues, is the prayer of the one who made it.'

'Currant wine for our brave defenders. 'Brave soldiers in Kentucky, fighting The Lord thy God, he it is that doth go

with thee. He will not fail thee nor forsake thee.'

The ladies of Princeton, send New Jersey's best wishes for your present and future welfare.'

Sweetness of Secession Female Temper.

Reporter still remained silent, and she ended-after taking breath-with the explodent:

"Then where will ye-Yankees get boards from?"

Having nothing to say, and fearing this original secesh might burn by spontaneous The reporter for a New York paper combustion while on his hands, Reporter accidentally stumbled upon a female secesh left. There were many female secesh of railer at "the Yankees," in Culpepper. that sort.

This woman was the unfortunate possessor of considerable property, and failing to secure a guard for it in the quarter where such little favors were sometimes obtained, she vented her indignation by telling all who came in her way and would listen, how "derned mean" Yankees were. Falling into her clutches one day, and hearing her tale of woe, reporter most meekly suggested that she might display the Stars and Stripes over her property, and beneath the folds of that banner it would not be molested. This was the signal for an outburst of furious indignation. She would never raise the Stars and Stripes over her property-not she; rather die first. Having thus raised the ire of a "200 pounder," and weighing some forty pounds less than herself, prudence dictated No one, whether loyalist or secession in that discretion was the better part of val- their political views, will read the followor, and accordingly he gazed at the crea- ing lines penned by one whose cradle was ture before him in silence. Now, this rocked in the dawning days of the Revovery discretion seemed to annoy her ex-lution led on by Washington, without the ceedingly, and placing her arms akimbo, warmest emotions: she swelled up like the frog in the fable, and finally, doubtless feeling that the English language was not copious enough to do the subject justice, she exclaimed:

"There, Sir- there's my barn, yonder; hay all stolen; pigs all killed; chickens gone; boards off-and I can't get a safeguard from you mean Yankees!"

Reporter was transfixed-puzzled-and said nothing.

Bell Boyd.

Hearts and Swords.

Clyde, Ohio, Aug. 3, 1864. To General Grant.

DEAR SIR: I hope you will pardon me for troubling you with the perusal of these few lines from the trembling hand of the aged grandma' of our beloved General Jas. B. McPherson, who fell in battle. When it was announced at his funeral, from the public print, that when General Grant heard of his death, he went into

Her indignation continuing to rise, she his tent and wept like a child, my heart finally screamed out:

"I'll come up with ye-I'll come up with ye mean Yankees. I'll go intothe barn loft, and burn the barn with myself in it."

went out in thanks to you for the interest you manifested in him while he was with you. I have watched his progress from infancy up. In childhood he was obedi