line, and it was supposed for some time are you ready?" "Ay, ay, Sir. Ready! that the enemy had captured the flag; but Hurrah!" burst from the ranks. Then, at night, when Judy was brought in on a placing himself at their head, he thunlitter, he proudly waved the battle-flag. dered "Charge bayonets! forward! The novelty of being thus under fire double-quick! MARCH!" The doublefor the first time was keenly felt by the quick soon became a run, but, never falmilitia. About the first man touched had tering, the solid column charged through the top of his head grazed just close a storm of shells, solid shot and bullets, enough to draw blood. He halted-threw over the parapet into the fort, like a thundown his musket-truly an astonished der-bolt, upon the panic-struck foe.

Nothing Lost by True Courage.

An illustration of the spirit of the brave men who fought the battles of good government against treason will be found in the following,-though this is but one of a thousand similar noble and heroic instances.

A New Hampshire regiment had been engaged in several successive battles, very bloody and very desperate, and in each engagement had been distinguishing themselves more and more; but their successes had been very dearly bought, both in men Maj. Gen. Judson Kilpatrick.. and officers. Just before the taps, the man! One or two officers and a dozen or word came that the fort they had been more privates ran up hurriedly to see what investing was to be stormed by daybreak the matter was. Running both hands the next morning, and they were invited over his pate, and seeing blood, he ex- to lead the 'forlorn hope.' For a time claimed, "A ball! A ball!"-while the the brain of the Colonel fairly reeled with others stood on agape with astonishment, anxiety. The post of honor was the post until the shrill voice of the General sound- of danger, but in view of all circumed in their ears: "Move on there!" stances, would it be right, by the acceptance of such a proposition, to involve his already decimated regiment in utter annihilation? He called his long and welltried chaplain into council with him, and, asking what was best to be done, the chaplain advised him to let the men decide it for themselves.

"I'll Do It, tell General Grant." One of the Fort Donelson correspondents, writing from Cairo, gives a most graphic description of the attack by General C. F. Smith's division upon the enemy's works in that splendid fight. Captain Hillyer, General Grant's Aide de Camp, rode down to General Smith, with the order to charge at the point of the bayonet. It had been long and impatiently expected. "I'll do it, tell General Grant, I'll do it," was the reply; and then, facing his men, he shouted: "Soldiers, we are ordered to take those works by assault; did not go with all his heart. "Think it

At the Colonel's request, he stated to the regiment all the circumstances. Not one in twenty probably would be left alive after the first charge. Scarcely one of the entire number would escape death, except as they were wounded or taken prisoners. No one would be compelled to go, if he

over, men, calmly and deliberately, and knowledge that he himself possessed of come back at twelve o'clock and let us things present and of events and duties know your answer." True to the appointed time, they all returned.

"All?" was the interrogatory. "Yes, Sir, all, without exception, and all of them ready for service or for sacrifice."

"Now," said the chaplain, "go to your tents and write your letters-settle all your worldly business, and whatever sins you have upon your consciences unconfessed and unforgiven, ask God to forgive them. As usual, I will go with you, and the Lord do with us as seemeth Him good."

to come.

eyes

Two months afterwards he was with them before Fort Wagner, sitting on the ground and talking to his men, very famil iarly and kindly. He told them how the of thousands would look on the night's work on which they were about to enter; and he said, "Now, boys, I want you to be men!" He would walk along the line, and speak words of cheer to his men. It could be seen, too, that he was a man who had counted the cost of the undertaking before him, for his words were spoken The hour came, the assault was made, so ominously, the Confederates having onward those noble spirits rushed into openly threatened to make an especial "the imminent deadly breach," right into aim of any white officer leading colored the jaws of death. But, like Daniel, when troops, his lips were compressed, and he was thrown into the lions' den, it now and then there was visible a slight pleased God that the lions' mouths should twitching of the corners of the mouth, be shut. Scarcely one hour before, the like one bent on accomplishing or dying. enemy had secretly evacuated the fort, and One poor fellow, struck, no doubt, by the the forlorn hope' entered into full pos- Colonel's determined bearing, exclaimed session, without the loss of a single man! as he was passing him, "Colonel, I will stay with you till I die;" and he kept his

Fighting, Dying, and Buried "with his Nig- word—he was never seen again after the

Few military names among the fallen The Fifty-fourth colored Massachusetts brave in the war against rebellion will regiment held the right of the storming maintain a more endearing freshness and column that attacked Fort Wagner. It hallowed association, than that of Colonel went into action six hundred and fifty Robert G. Shaw. Of the most aristo- strong, and came out with a loss of a third cratic family connections, wealthy, accom- of the men, and a still larger proportion plished, he must have possessed the truest of officers, but eight out of twenty-three moral courage to have enabled him to coming out uninjured. The regiment was march out of New York city, at the head marched up in column by wings, the first of the Massachusetts Fifty-fourth regi- being under the command of Colonel ment, all black or colored men, amidst the Shaw. When about one thousand yards jeers and scoffings of the "roughs," and from the fort, the enemy opened upon the contemptuous pity of many far re- them with shot, shell, and canister. They moved from that class. Yet this did Col-pressed through this storm, and cheered onel Shaw, one dawning spring day, with and shouted as they advanced. When a brave, trustful heart, leaving mother and within a hundred yards of the fort, the the beauteous young being whom he had musketry from it opened with such terjust wedded, to go forth with those poor, rible effect that the first battalion hesidespised men, the first regiment of "nig- tated-only for an instant. Colonel Shaw gers" called into the field, and to share sprang forward, and, waving his sword, their hardships, and teach them the same cried—

"FORWARD! MY BRAVE BOYS!" With another cheer and shout, they rushed through the ditch, gained the parapet on the right, and were soon hand to hand with the foe. The brave Shaw was one of the first to scale the walls. There he stood erect to urge forward his men, and, while shouting to them to press forward, he was shot dead, and fell into the fort. His body was found with twenty of his men lying dead around him, two lying on his own body. In the morning they were all buried together in the same pit. When the Federals asked for the gallant officer's body the next day after the fight, they said

"Colonel Shaw! we buried him below his niggers!"

Thus died Robert G. Shaw-the rich, prosperous, accomplished member of one of the choicest circles of refined and elegant society in America, and who might have lived at his ease in the beautiful companionship and surroundings of his home on Staten Island. He who might have fought gallantly in splendid uniform on a noble charger among his fellows in riches and station, died fighting side by side with a race who, for generations, have been unstintedly despised and "cast out" -spending the last months of his life in friendly contact with them-and finally buried beneath "his niggers" with contempt and insult. There is no thread or filament of fiction interwoven with this sketch. It is reality unadorned with fancy.

Good Samaritan in an Unexpected Hour and
Place.

told the sentry who he was. To his grateful surprise the southern soldier poured out some whisky, gave him food, told him where he could find a stack of arms, and where he could sleep in perfect security in a negro hut. He added: "I am a Union man, but preferred to volunteer to fight rather than to be impressed. I thus save my property, and will trust to luck. If we meet again in battle, I will not try very hard to shoot you, and mind you don't me." Truly a good Samaritan and a wise

man.

On the bluffs above the river there was Soon after the battle of Bull Run, a -at the battle of Pittsburg Landing-a gentleman who happened in at the quar-sight that made many a brave man's cheek ters of the Michigan Fourth regiment, tingle. There were not less than five one morning, came in contact with a very thousand skulkers lining the banks ! intelligent Corporal, who became sepa- If asked why they didn't go to their places rated from his regiment during the retreat, in the line, their reply was: "Oh! our and was obliged to seek shelter among the regiment is all cut to pieces." If asked, bushes. When night came, he wandered" Why don't you go to where it is forming along and lost his way in the woods. Be- again?" "I can't find it," was the skulk

party.

er's answer, and he looked as if that of the bridge, but were not there long bewould be the very last thing he would fore they discovered themselves to be surwant to do. Officers were around among rounded by the rebels. The General and them, trying to hunt up their men, storm- his party succeeded in making their esing, coaxing, commanding-cursing. One cape on the north side, closely pursued by strange fellow-understood to be a Major, the enemy, who fired upon them repeatundertook to make a sort of elevated, edly, killing one of the General's orderlies, superfine Fourth of July speech to every- a German. To this fact, the General atbody that would listen to him. He meant tributed his escape, as, when the soldier well, certainly-as for example: "Men fell from his saddle into the road, the purof Kentucky, of Illinois, of Ohio, of Iowa, suers stopped to see who it was, and to of Indiana, I implore you, I beg of you, inquire if General Tyler was not of the come up now. Help us through two hours During this time, the General more. By all that you hold dear, by the reached a clump of woods, and the three homes you hope to defend, by the flag you officers secreted themselves from their purlove, by the States you honor, by all your suers. A negro, who was endeavoring to love of country, by all your hatred of make his escape from the rebel lines, treason, I conjure you, come up and do pointed out the way to the house of a well your duty now!"—and so on for quality. That feller's a good speaker," was the only response heard, and the soldier who gave it nestled more snugly behind his tree as he uttered it. Enough is known of the nature of the skulking animal in an army during a battle; their performances The appearance of General Tyler in show but little variation of programme, the streets of Frederick created the greatbut rarely have they been known to "come est surprise. The rebels had boasted that off" on so large and heart-sickening a he had been killed by them, and it was scale, as on this occasion. Still, it was a believed to be a fact until the loyal citibig army, and perhaps the skulking did zens saw to the contrary themselves. not much exceed the average percentage. The runaways all sought the Landing.

known and patriotic citizen of Frederick county, whose family were unremitting in their attentions to the fugitives, concealing them until Tuesday, when they took their departure for Frederick, which they reached early in the morning.

Fruit in Old Age.

The name of Ishmael Day will long be remembered in Baltimore county, as that of one who, without fear of man, but in the fear of God, used the limbs and faculties with which God had endowed him, to the noblest advantage, in his old age.

Escape of General Tyler and Staff. The scene at the military head-quarters in Baltimore, July 13th, 1864, on the arrival of Brigadier-General Tyler, commanding the first separate brigade of the Eighth Army Corps, and who was re- On Sunday evening, July 10th, 1864, ported to have been either killed or cap- Day heard that Dulaney's valley, Marytured in the action at Monocacy Junc- land, was filled with rebels stealing horses tion on the Saturday previous, was most and cattle, but did not give credit to the exhilarating. Accompanying him were report, thinking they were Federal troops Captain Webb and Lieutenant Goldsbor- pressing horses. About sun-down the ough, of his staff.

same day he heard that the rebels were It appeared that on Saturday, after the on the Hartford pike, about a mile disFederal troops had retired from the Mon- tant, the people living thereon being much ocacy Bridge, General Tyler and his staff excited. He went to bed, leaving a lamp made a stand on the hill on the east side dimly burning all night, and arose early

on Monday morning and ran up the glo- take a shot at the other marauder, but he rious old Stars and Stripes rather earlier was among the missing, having clapped than usual, then sat down on the front spurs to his horse on the fall of his comporch. About six o'clock A. M., the rade. This was a matter of keen regret sound of horses' feet coming down the to the old patriot, as it failed him of the road was heard, and in a short time two opportunity to give him his dose of meof them came at full tilt up to the door. tallic bitters also. Seeing none of the Mr. Day moved down to the lower step squad at the time, he walked up to the to see if there were any more near, and, wounded man, and, in his patriotic anger, seeing none, resumed his seat. said, "You rebel rascal, I will now finish you!" Day cocked his gun for that purpose, but the rebel asked for mercy and

Day

By this time the foremost one had dismounted, seized hold of the foot of the flag, jerked it down and broke the rope, cursing surrendered. Knowing that he had reand calling it a 'damned old rag.' coolly asked him, "What do you mean? What are you about?" Without waiting, however, a reply, he ran immediately up stairs, seized one of his two guns, already loaded in a bedroom. With this gun, he shot the foremost one of the rebels, direct

ing his shot out of the second story window, which was standing open. When shot, the rebel was in the act of folding up the flag for his departure, but raised his hands and fell back, exclaiming, "I am shot!"

Mr. Day now seized the other gun, and ran down stairs, when he was met by Mrs. Day, crying, and imploring that he would not shoot again or they would kill him. He however pressed out into the yard to

ceived the whole charge, Day was satisfied that he could not live, and therefore did not shoot again,-seeing he would never be able again to haul down and dishonor the flag under which Averill 'led to conquer.'

The whole troop was now heard coming down the road. Day returned forthwith to his bedroom, got a six-barrelled revolver, and with the loaded gun started for a hiding-place, about two hundred and fifty yards northeast of his house,-hardly doing so before they were all at the house, at once firing his buildings, sparing only a small corn and hen-house. Everything was burnt by them, including all the personal property. At the end of the conflagration, which he was an eye witness to, Mr. Day went to one of his nearest neighbors to get some breakfast, and afterward to a second one to get his dinner, and was conveyed to Baltimore the same day. On the next Thursday, he had his name enrolled in the company of the Old Defenders, commanded by Captain Childs, for the defence of Baltimore, and on the same day obtained a guard from headquarters, to bring in the wounded rebel, who afterwards died.

A short time previous to this occurrence, Mr. Day, on being asked if he would keep his flag floating in case of an invasion by the rebels, said, emphatically

"Yes, and I'll shoot the first of them who attempts to take it down, if it costs me my life the next instant!"