third. His father was attached to the | Island Volunteers, accompanied her hus same regiment. band to the war, and he was severely They sailed in the Burnside expedition; wounded at Newbern. Mrs. Brownell and at the battle of Roanoke Island, after was with the Third Rhode Island regia weary march through slime and water, ment at the battle of Bull Run, having they came in sight of the enemy's battery. been adopted as the child of the regi "Who will go and take it?" asked the ment' by General Burnside, then Colonel. General commanding. "The Massachu- She was on the field at the battle of Roasetts Twenty-third," was the quick reply. noke Island, in spite of the many efforts "Forward, then, double-quick!" and in to keep her out of the way of danger. At the teeth of a galling fire they rushed to their death as it had been to their bridal. The father fell wounded by his side, but the son heeded him not; his whole soul had lost itself in the work before him. "Look at that child!" said one officer to another; 66 no wonder we conquer when boys fight so."

"Didn't I say they should run to the old tunes?" and seizing a disabled revolver for a drum-stick, he struck up, in a wondrously defiant way, our impudent old strain of Yankee Doodle. A flying rebel heard it, and looking back, took sure aim at Albert. A man near the boy saw the deadly aim, but tried to pull Albert down, but he stood his ground, and the ball did not fail to do its fatal work. His

Mrs Brownell.

knightly Colonel's arms held the brave the battle of Newbern she exhibited that boy, and all bent eagerly to hear his last presence of mind and bravery which words;-" Which beat-quick, tell me?" proved her a woman of the most heroic Tears ran down the blackened faces, and character. She was on the field during one, in a voice busky with sobs, said, "We, the whole of the engagement, attending to Albert, the field is ours." The ears death the wounded, and giving encouragement had already deadened caught no sound, by her fortitude and presence to the soland his slight hand fluttered impatiently diers. When the standard-bearer of the as again he gasped, "What? tell quick!" Sixth regiment fell, she seized the banner, "We beat 'em intirely, me boy," said a and, carrying it across the field, received a big Irish sergeant, who was crying like a flesh-wound. She brought with her to the child. Albert heard then, and his voice North a Secessia rifle, which she found was as strong as ever as he answered, after the battle-a prize of no little value. "Why don't you go after 'em? Don't

mind me, I'll catch up-I'm a little cold, Appointment of Mrs. Reynolds as Major in but running will warm me." He never the Army. spoke again.

Governor Yates, of Illinois, paid a rather unusual but well-merited compliment Mrs. Brownell, the Heroine of Newbern. to Mrs. Reynolds, wife of Lieutenant ReyMrs. Brownell, wife of Orderly-Ser-nolds, of Company A, Seventeenth Illinois geant R. S. Brownell, of the Fifth Rhode regiment, and a resident of that city.

Mrs. Reynolds accompanied her husband | blockade in safety, and knowing that the through the greater part of the campaign transports to convey General Pope's forces through which the Seventeenth passed, across the Mississippi had been got through sharing with him the dangers and priva- the slough, and that very soon a strong tions of a soldier's life. She was present force would be in their rear, they abanat the battle of Pittsburg Landing, and doned their camp and all its contents on like a ministering angel attended to the Monday afternoon, and left for Tiptonwants of as many of the wounded and ville, only five miles distant by land, but dying soldiers as she could, thus winning by the river fifteen miles below New Mathe gratitude and esteem of the brave fel-drid, hoping thence to escape by their lows by whom she was surrounded. Gov- transports. But on reaching the little ernor Yates, hearing of her heroic and town, what was their surprise to find the praiseworthy conduct, presented her with gunboats Carondelet and Pittsburg moored a commission as Major in the army, the to the shore. On the left was a swamp document conferring the well-merited hon- through which runs the outlet of Reelfoot or being made out with all due formality, Lake, in front were the gunboats, on the and having attached the great seal of the right was the Mississippi, and they found, State. Probably no lady in America ever when too late, General Paine, with a before had such a distinguished military strong force, posted in their rear. The honor conferred upon her. rebels were caught in a trap from which there was no possible escape. A bloodSafeguard for Body and Soul. less victory, with two thousand prisoners, Charlie Merrill, a young Massachusetts was the immediate result. Great numsoldier, had an ounce ball pass through bers fled to the swamps, but were soon his head during the battle of Fredericks- glad to surrender, raising the whole numburg. It entered near his right eye and ber of prisoners taken there, at the Island, was extracted behind his left ear. Anoth- and other places, to near five thousand er ball would have entered a vital part of men. Thus, what the rebels acknowlhis body had it not been arrested by a Tes-edged to be the key to the Mississippi, a tament, in which it lodged. When this safe- position strong by nature, and fortified guard was shown the President, he sent with consummate skill and great expense, to the hospital a handsome pocket Bible, and defended by five thousand men and in which, as an evidence of his warm regard, he caused to be inscribed: "Charles W. Merrill, Co. A., 19th Massachusetts, from A. Lincoln."

One of the Most Brilliant Achievements

of the War.

one hundred cannon in battery, most of them very heavy, and numbers of them rifled, was taken, and the whole army captured by General Pope and Commodore Foote, without the loss of a single man. History will record it as, taken all in all, one of the most wonderful and brilliant achievements of the war.

An incident occurred to the rebel forces stationed in the shore batteries at Island No. 10, which illustrates how easily, fortuSources of Merriment in Camp. itously, or perhaps it ought rather in this case to be said providentially, an army The funniest animal in the world is a may be caught in a position from which it little negro when he "lets himself out," is impossible to escape. About five thou- and their antics are a continual source of sand men were stationed in and about the merriment in camp-a monkey is nowhere shore batteries. On Sunday night, as in comparison. Nor are they lacking in soon as they saw the Pittsburg run the shrewdness, and that readiness in repartee

man.

which characterizes the native-born Irish- in his justification as follows: That boy Harvey is de most ungratefulest nigger I A Chaplain in General Grant's army-ever saw. He had'nt no good place, and when the latter was falling back from Ox- I brought him up to the Major, and introford, Mississippi, after Van Dorn's move- duced him to de Major, and spoke well of ment on Holly Springs-gives an account of him to de Major, and got him a good the motions of two little yellow fellows who place wid de Major, and now he's puttin' had caught an old mule, and were follow- on more airs dan de Major." ing the rear of a regiment in advance. The older was probably ten years of age, Failed to Hold his Position: General Palmer and the other his brotheryounger.

-a year

to General Pope.

As the Army of the Mississippi, under General Halleck, was approaching Corinth, General Pope, commanding the left wing, threw out a force toward Farmington, and General Palmer was ordered to occupy the ground with his brigade, the rest of the force returning to camp. The next morning the enemy, under Generals Price and Van Dorn, made an advance in

Passing through a strip of woods, the younger, who rode behind, holding to his brother with both hands, had his cap knocked off by the protruding limb of a tree, and he began to cry. "Riding up," says the Chaplain, "I told him not to cry, and asked a soldier to hand him his cap, which was done cheerfully. The little fellow was "all right" in a moment, and force, and General Pope sent an orderly politely thanked us. Now,' says I, 'you to inquire if Palmer could hold his posimust take better care, and not lose your tion. cap again. When you are traveling under trees, hold on to your brother with one hand and your cap with the other."

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The older one turned around, and with a very dignified and grateful air said, Thanky, Sar; thanky, Sar. Dat's jist it, Sar. Dat's what I tell 'im, Sar. But ye see, Sar, he never trabble none before, Sar!"

The Chaplain concluded that, under' this combined advice, the little fellow long since became an experienced "trabbler."

Black Squalls.

"Tell General Pope that I can hold my position against the world, the flesh, and

the devil!"

Gen. Pope.

The Lieutenant-Colonel and Major of the Ohio Regiment of Infantry, had each a 'contraband' as servant. 'Jim' belonged to the Lieutenant-Colonel, and 'Harvey' to the Major. One day the Lieutenant-Colonel, hearing a disturbance in the rear of his tent, went out and found Before long, however, the rebels-for Jim and Harvey engaged in the amicable they were many thousand strong-comoccupation of throwing boulders at each pelled the brigade to fall back upon the others' heads. After quelling the dis- reinforcements which were ordered up. order the Lieutenant-Colonel demanded The affair being over, General Palmer an explanation of the row. Jim replied rode to the head-quarters to report, and his

appearance was the signal for a hearty faces and then Cotheren poured the canlaugh from the officers present. ister into them. The advancing column "How is it, Palmer?" said General was literally torn to pieces by the fire. Pope, as he entered the tent.

"Well, General," said the gallant Palmer, "I can stand the world, but the devil was too much for me!"

Hoosier Straightforwardness.

An Indiana Chaplain at one of the camps near Corinth selected, for singing, the hymn commencing—

'Show pity, Lord, Oh, Lord, forgive;
Let a repentant rebel live.'

At this, the lad on the rock became fran-
tic in his demonstrations of delight, and
as one of the battery sections sent a
shrapnel which mowed down a long row
of Johnnies, he swung his cap, and, shout-
ing so that the flying rebs could have
heard him, sung out, Bull-e-e-e-e! Set
'em up on the other alley!"

Encounter of Picket Wits.

At times, the rebel and Union pickets He had scarcely uttered the last word were quite communicative, as the followof this line, when a private soldier in his ing dialogue which occurred at Yorktown congregation-an old man and a zealous between Joe D., of Leeds, Wisconsin, and Christian-earnestly cried out," No, Lord, one of the graybacks, when within ten unless they lay down their arms." While rods of each other, will show. The parthe clergyman was offering the concluding ties were separated by a low, deep swale, prayer, a rifle shot was heard as if from covered with water and thick brush, comour pickets a mile beyond. The report pletely concealing the parties. Joe hearof the gun was immediately followed by ing a noise on the other side, yelled out in an exclamation from the same venerable a loud voice, Hoosier "Lord, if that's a Union shot, send the bullet straight; an' if it ain't, hit a tree with it, Lord!"

Hallo, Mike! Have you got any tobacco?

Secesh-with a strong Hibernian accent
-Yes, be jabers, and whiskey too.
Joe-Come over, we'll have a quiet
smoke!

Secesh-I'll meet you half way.

Joe agreed to do so, and advanced some distance through brush and water, and then stopped.

Secesh-Where the divil are ye? Are ye comin'?

Joe-I'm half way now.
further without swimming.
Secesh-Hav'nt ye a boat?
Joe--No, I have not.

Strong Professional Illustration. The New York One-hundred and Seventh supported Cotheren's battery, at the battle of Antietam. During the hottest part of the fight, the enemy massed themselves opposite our front, for an assault on Cotheren's position. The battery was short of ammunition, and so reserved their fire, while throughout the whole field there came a lull in the tumult. The rebels advanced in a solid mass, with a precision of movement perfectly beautiful. It was a moment which tried the nerves of the bravest. In the mean time one of the lads-a noted sporting character from Elmira-becoming quite interested in the affair, had climbed a rock where he could view the whole scene. He occupied the place unmindful of the bullets which were buzzing like bees all around. The rebels came on until the boys could see their over.

Can't go any

Secesh-Where's yer gunboat?
Joe-Down taking care of the Merri

mac.

Secesh-Then come over in that big

balloon.

[Much laughter along the rebel lines.] Joe-Have you a boat?

Secesh-I have, sure, and I'm coming

Joe then inquires the news of the day, and if his companion had a Norfolk Day Book.

Secesh replied-I have. Have you got a Tribune?

Joe answered that he had not.
Secesh-Where is General Buell?
Joe-Buell's all right, and surrounds
Beauregard.

Secesh-Where's General Prentiss ?

Where's Saxton?

Joe Where's Johnston?

[Another rebel laugh.]

Joe-How about Island No. 10?

Secesh-That's evacuated.

whizzing over by our men, and Joe angrily inquired who fired.

Secesh--Some fool over this way.

An order was then issued to cease firing.

Joe-Ain't you coming? What regiment do you belong to?

Secesh-Eighteenth Florida. What regiment do you?

Joe-Berdan's First regiment Sharpe

shooters.

Some of his comrades here warned him to look out.

Secesh-Would you shoot a fellow?
Joe-No! but I will stack arms and

Joe-How is it that you left one hun-smoke with you, if you will come over.

dred guns and six thousand prisoners?

General Saxton.

Here a rebel officer ordered him back, and the secessionist refused to communicate further.

"Glorious to Die for One's Country."

In the sanguinary battle of Antietam an officer of a Massachusetts regiment was mortally wounded. He had passed unhurt through the thickest of the fight. At one time, when his regiment had captured a flag from the enemy, he seized it, and, waving it proudly in the air, galloped fearlessly up and down the lines, his men cheering most lustily, and the bullets falling about him like hail. Later in the day, and when in a comparatively sheltered position, a random shot struck him, from the effects of which he died two days

Secesh-Sure, they (the prisoners) were afterward. not much account.

As he lay near to death, and conscious of his approaching end, the musicians of the regiment happened to pass by. He called to them with a cheerful voice, and asked them to play the Star Spangled

Joe-How about Fort Pulaski? Secesh-That be blowed! It was only a rebel sand bank. But tell me, what made ye leave Bull Run? Dick B. (Union)-We had marching Banner. They played the grand old tune, orders!

This caused great laughter among the
rebels, some exclaiming, "Bully Boy!"
Dick B.-Where's Zollicoffer?
Secesh-Gone up the spout.
Joe-Why don't you come over?
Secesh-Can't get through the brush!
At this moment a rebel bullet came

and as he listened, the countenance of the dying soldier beamed with joy. He heard no more music until he heard that of heaven. He inquired the result of the battle, and, when told it was a victory, triumphantly exclaimed, "Oh! it is glorious to die for one's country at such a time as this!" Then, speaking in the most