epistle to be brought before him, when the following conversation occurred between them:

"What is your name?"

"Edward Wright."

"Sign that, sir."

"I won't. I am a British subject, and claim the protection of the British consul." "Sign it, sir."

"General Butler, you may put every

"Have I ever had the pleasure of see- ball of that pistol through my brain, but I will never sign that paper."

ing you before?"

"Not that I know of."

"Have you ever been before an officer of the United States charged with any offence?"

"No, sir."

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"Captain Davis, make out an order to the Provost Marshal, to hang this man at daybreak to-morrow. In the meantime, let him have any priest he chooses to send for. Gentlemen, I am going to dinner."

Before the General had reached his quarters, an orderly came running up. "General, he has signed."

"Well, keep him in the guard-house all night, and let him go in the morning."

Mr. Parton might perhaps have added to his capital narration, that the Southern "patriots" of the Wright stamp were indeed only too glad to have Butler dis

like this, which was written at the bottom placed by General Banks,-a gentleman of the letter: "I, Edward Wright, ac- of the most bland courtliness, and whose knowledge that this letter is basely and civil and military administration was of abominably false, and that I wrote it for just the right stamp, after the wild elethe purpose of bringing the army of the ments had been so effectively subdued by United States into contempt." his firm-minded predecessor.