PART SEVENTH.

ANECDOTES OF THE REBELLION-DOMESTIC, MORAL, WOMANLY, SANITARY, AFFECTIONAL, MATRIMONIAL, ROMANTIC, ETC.

EXHIBITION OF PERSONAL TRAITS,-BENEVOLENCE, GENEROSITY, COURTESY, MAGNANIMITY, &c. ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE HOME AFFECTIONS AND HOUSEHOLD ATTACHMENTS; FEMALE SOLDIERS; REGIMENTAL PETS; MARRIAGES IN CAMP; WORDS AND DEEDS OF LOYAL WOMEN; RANCOR AND CRIMINALITIES OF FEMALE SECESSIONISTS; HOSPITAL PATIENTS; MINISTRATIONS TO THE SICK AND WOUNDED; BOGUS INVALIDS; PARTINGS, REUNIONS, BEREAVEMENTS, BURIALS; TOUCHING DEATH-BED SCENES,-LAST WORDS, MEMENTOES, KEEPSAKES AND SOUVENIRS; PRISON CONTACTS, COMPANIONS, AND HORRORS; SAYINGS AND DOINGS OF CHAPLAINS; GENIALITIES, CARICATURES, PATHOS, FANCIES AND REALITIES, &C., &c.

This flag graced my wedding table, and I love it, and every soldier that fights for it.-Union Lady in Pensacola. The highest duty of a soldier is to be a Christian.-GENERAL MITCHELL to his troops.

It isn't much I want; only that you will get something soft to put under my head; this rail is so hard, it has almost worn off my poor scalp.-Wounded Soldier on the Gettysburg battle-field.

Colonel Farrar Winding up a Dance.

Determined, however, not to let such an opportunity slip, he hastily mounted ten olonel Farrar, com- men of the Thirtieth Missouri infantry, manding at Vidalia, and twenty-five of the Second MissisMississippi, learned sippi heavy artillery, then on duty at that post, and with them, though not an invited guest, the gallant Colonel started for the scene of festivity.

one afternoon throu'

a lady, that a mili-
tary ball was to be
given that night at a
Mr. Johnston's plan-
tation, on Black riv-

The route pursued led directly through a swamp, which being partially covered with water, rendered a rapid movement

er, thirty-three miles almost impossible. Nothing daunted, the distant. Unfortu- little band pushed on, and by four o'clock nately, the Colonel's mounted force was on in the morning, ('tis the early bird catches the Natchez side, having been scouting, the worm,) had approached within half a and it was then too late to undertake to mile of the house. Here, dismounting, cross them to the Louisiana side. they moved cautiously along the unguard

ed road to within a few rods of the scene | friends, and each, with a sable guard by of mirth and merriment. The brilliant his side, commenced their northern jourlights which gleamed so cheerily from the ney, convinced, doubtless, with the poet, windows, the lightsome forms flitting to and fro, and the sweet cadence of the music, told that all went merrily within.

that "each pleasure has its poison too, and every sweet a snare." One can not help being reminded, by this military ball' of To rush through the gateway and sur- Mississippi secession belles, of that other round the mansion was the work of but a military 'ball' with which the noblemoment. Colonel Farrar and Captain hearted Tennessee belle, Miss Brownlow, Orgue dashing into the house, pistol in stood in readiness to entertain a certain hand, demanded the surrender of every party' at her father's house, if they dared Confederate officer and soldier there. to desecrate the flag of her country! A They did this-it almost passes belief!- portrait of this glorious woman adorns followed by a squad of the rebels' own these pages. countrymen and brothers from the Second Mississippi heavy Artillery of African descent! Of course the Confederacy surren dered.

Beautiful but Dead, on the Field of Honcr.

After the battle of Stone Bridge, a staffofficer rode out next day to view the ground, and passed piles of dead in various directions. Under a large tree, a body was seen lying, very handsomely dressed, with a fancy sword, and a handkerchief over the face. Attracting the officer's cu

Miss Brownlow.

Beautiful but Dead.

Now, the Colonel, universally known to be a man not less gallant than brave, not wishing to spoil the fun of such a pleasant party too abruptly, kindly requested the guests to continue the dance. The music once more struck up; and not yet being too old for a little of such exhilarating enjoyment, the Colonel himself graciously riosity, he stopped, and removing the handled upon the floor a fair and blushing kerchief, there was revealed to him one daughter of the South, and with her was of the handsomest faces he ever met with, soon lost in the dizzy mazes of the dance. that of a boy not more than twelve or Daybreak warned the little party of the fourteen years old. His appearance and danger of delay. The prisoners were dress indicated high position, like that of hastily mounted on their own good steeds, temporary aid to some general officer adieus were given to their disconsolate To ascertain who he was, his pockets were

examined, in which was a Testament, hav-| two after the surrender, and while many ing the inscriptionof the dead were still lying unburied, he "James Simmons, New York. From noticed before him a private in his regihis loving mother. My son, remember thy ment, named Bowman, strolling along. Creator in the days of thy youth."

As he came up, he observed the latter The officer wished very much to take the suddenly start back, with agony depicted body away, but being six miles from quar- in his countenance, as if transfixed at the ters and on horseback, it was impossible. sight of a body before him. Approaching Radiant and serene, almost beyond de- nearer, the Colonel asked him what it was scription, was the countenance of that surprised him, and added that he supposed youthful soldier, bespeaking the fact that he would have become accustomed to seeonce, within that fair and winsome casket, ing dead bodies by this time. Turning to was a spirit as bright and pure as the his inquirer, with an expression on his stars. But there lay his face and form of face such as only a discovery like this youthful loveliness, soon to change to de- could produce, and pointing to the body, cay and offensiveness. "Thou makest his he replied, "Colonel! that is my brother!" beauty to consume away like the moth." His brother had been a resident of TenSuch was some of the "blood" which conspirators declared they would "sprinkle in

the face of the nation!"

"That is my Brother."

Colonel Kinney, of the Fifty-sixth Ohio regiment, was an observer of one of those strange and melancholy scenes which the

nessee, and had joined the Confederate army, but he had no knowledge of his whereabouts, or any thought of his being one of the victims of the bloody conflict, until he thus accidentally stumbled across his dead body. Procuring a blanket, and the assistance of some comrades, he wrapped him in it, and buried him tenderly in the spot where he had fallen.

One of these messes paid a visit to a house where, after helping themselves to many other things, a sergeant seized an elegantly bound volume of Byron belonging to Miss N which had been presented to her by a friend in London. 'fortunes' of war not unfrequently bring On the clasp, which was of gold, was ento pass. As he was riding along the graved the name of the donor and donee. breastworks of Fort Donelson, a day or Miss N begged the sergeant not to

carry it away, telling him how greatly she making her escape, went to Detroit, where prized it, not on account of its intrinsic she joined the drum corps of a Michigan worth-though that of course was consid- regiment, her sex known only to herself, erable, but as a token from a friend. Perceiving that the sergeant did not heed her entreaties, she drew from her finger a diamond ring, which she assured him was of greater value than the book, while he could carry it away with less trouble, and offered it to him if he would leave her keepsake. But the sergeant was inexorable. At length he proposed that if she would read to his " mess four certain Cantos from Don Juan, he would give her back the book. The young lady did not resent the insult with a disdainful curl of the lip or angry flash of the eye, but gently, almost kindly, said,

and succeeded in getting with her regiment to the Army of the Cumberland. How the poor girl survived the hardships of the Kentucky campaign, where strong men fell in numbers, must forever remain a mystery.

"Sergeant, you surely have no sister, and I fear you forget that you ever had a mother, or you would not so insult an unprotected woman. But, sir, you shall not steal my book—I give it to you; take it and go."

And the callous sergeant, laughing at the rebuke he had received, made off with his booty, first making an offer, in his most enticing words and manner, but unsuccessfully, to leave the book if the young lady would kiss him—the roue!

Military Monomania of a Brooklyn Girl.

The regiment to which she was attached had a place in the division of the gallant Van Cleve, and during the bloody battle of Lookout Mountain, the fair girl fell, pierced in the left side by a Minie ball, and when borne to the surgeon's tent her sex was discovered. She was told by the surgeon that her wound was mortal, and he advised her to give her name, in order that her family might be informed of her fate.. This she finally, though reluctantly, consented to do, and the Colonel of the regiment, although suffering himself from a painful wound, became interested in her behalf, and prevailed upon her to let him send a dispatch to her father. This she dictated in the following manner:

Forgive your dying daughter. I have but a few moments to live. My native soil drinks my blood. I expected to deliver my country, but the fates would not have it so. I am content to die. Pray, pa, forgive me. Tell ma to kiss my daguerreotype, EMILY.

P. S.-Give my gold watch to little Eph." (The youngest brother of the dying girl.)

Quite a remarkable case of monomania -military, occurred in the army of the west, in the career of a young lady from Brooklyn, N. Y., about nineteen years of age. She became inspired with the idea that she was a second and modern Joan of Arc, called by Providence to lead the The poor girl was buried on the field armies of the Union to certain victory in on which she fell in the service of her saving the life of the nation against its country, which, in the mania of her patrifoes. The hallucination acquired great otic feeling she fondly hoped to save. hold upon her mind, and a change of scene being suggested by her physician, Foreshadowings of their Fate: A Brave she was carried to Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her mania, however, instead of diminish

Trio.

It would seem as if Ellsworth, Lyon, ing, as was expected, increased until it and Baker, saw the black plumes of the was found necessary to confine her to her Death Angel in the path before them. apartment. She, however, succeeded in Though as live a man as ever breathed,