shall my heart be a canteen full of love and p sympathy for each and all of you. Com- I rades, thank you-thank you-thank you."

The little daughter delivered the speech in a very clear and distinct manner, and at its conclusion the regiment gave her three cheers and a "tiger," and escorted her to head-quarters.

"By jove," said one, "this is agonizing. can't stand it. She must be discovered!" A dozen eager voices took up the remark, and a certain amorous youth was delegated to reconnoiter the place. He crept on tiptoe toward the dwelling, leaped the garden pales, and finally, undiscovered, but very pallid and remorseful, gained the

casement.

Softly raising his head, he peeped within. The room was full of the music. He seemed to grow blind for the moment.

Lo! prone upon the kitchen hearth, sat the mysterious songstress-an ebonyhued negress, scouring the tin kettles!

Amours and Fancies of the Camp. Shortly after the arrival of a certain Union regiment in the suburbs of Martinsburg, Va., the squad messing in one of the tents near a dwelling, were listeners to most beautiful music. The unknown vocalist sang in tones so soft, so pathetic, The soldier's limbs sank beneath him, and so melodious, that the volunteers and the discovered, looking up, said, "Go strained their ears to drink in every note 'way dar, won't ye, or I'll shy de fryin' of the air. In daytime they went by pan out o' de winder!" The soldier left squads past the dwelling, but saw no soul.-but not to dream, perchance!

Once they pursued a sylph-like figure to

the very gate, but, alas! she was not the Contempt for Confederate Lines, Paroles, etc. lady sought for. And so they lived on, each night hearing the music repeated,

The heroic conduct of Mrs. Ricketts, the wife of Captain James B. Ricketts, who was severely wounded at the battle of Bull Run, became the theme of much and deserved praise. Mrs. Ricketts pushed through the Confederate lines alone when she heard that her husband was captured by the enemy, and took her place with him in the hospital, remaining there with woman's patience and constancy. When she arrived in Richmond, General Stuart asked her to sign a parole of honor. She contemptously refused. He persisted in writing it and handed her the document. She tore it up instantly, and carried the fragments to her husband. When Captain Ricketts was carried to Richmond, crowds flocked to see the brave commander of "Sherman's Battery," as they were accustomed to call it.

and, when it ceased, ambition and worldly Mrs. Douglas's Noble Resistance to Southern

interest went out with them so that their

dreams were filled with fancies of the un

seen face.

Persuasion.

It could very safely be asserted that few persons of the female sex were placed

One night, gathered together, the voice in a more trying political and personal postruck up again. sition, or sacrificed more in the way of

"Pratt street," was the unsuspecting reply.

"What happened there, madam, on the 19th of April this very year?"

devotion to the Union, than did Mrs. "You are from that miserable Boston," Douglas, the widow of the great deceased was the angry reply, "I suppose, where Illinois Senator. She persistently refused there is nothing but mob law, and they to entertain the proposition forwarded to burned down the Ursuline Convent-the her by a special messenger under a flag Puritan bigots!" of truce from the Governor of North "Some such thing did happen in Carolina, asking that the two sons of the Charlestown, many years ago, when I was late Senator-by his first marriage-be a boy,-at least I have heard so, and am sent South to save their extensive estates very sorry for it. But can you tell me in Mississippi from confiscation. If she what street that is ?" refused, a large property would be taken from the children, and, in view of her own reduced circumstances, they might thus eventually be placed in a straitened pecuniary situation. Here, then, was an appeal made directly to her tender regard for them, which, in case of her refusal, would work disastrously against them in after years. But her answer was worthy of herself and of her late distinguished husband, viz., ‘If the rebels wish to make war upon defenceless children, and take away the all of little orphan boys, it must be so; but she could not for an instant think of surrendering them to the enemies of their country and of their father.' His last words were, 'Tell them to obey the Constitution and the laws of the country,' and Mrs. Douglas would not make herself the instrument of disobeying his dying injunctions. The children, she said, belonged to Illinois, and must remain in the North.

Verbal Sharpshooting.

He got no answer from the angry secessionist, but the loud shouts which went up from the Union bystanders, who generally, though not exclusively, were of the humble order, atoned for her silence. The same officer, riding in a chaise with a gentleman who, to his surprise, showed secession proclivities, but was courteous in their demonstration, was told by the gentleman that the horse which was drawing them was called 'Jeff Davis,' in honor of that distinguished rebel, and asked if he 'did not object to driving such a horse?' 'Oh, no, sir,' was the instant reply, 'to drive Jeff. Davis is the very purpose of our coming South.' The secession gentleman imitated his political sister in preserv ing a discreet silence.

The Unuttered Thought of a Dying Soldier.

"Bring me my knapsack," said a young

"Are you a Massachusetts soldier!" soldier, who lay sick in one of the hossaid a woman elegantly dressed, in Balti-pitals at Washington,-" Bring me my more, to one wearing the Federal uniform.

knapsack."

"What do you want of your knapsack?" inquired the head lady of the band of nurses.

"I want my knapsack," again said the dying young man.

His knapsack was brought to him, and, as he took it, his eye gleamed with pleasure, and his face was covered all over with a smile, as he brought out from it his hidden treasures.

"There," said he, "that is a Bible from

And this-Washington's men's apparel, procured an old shot gun, Farewell Address-is the gift of my and proceeded to the field where the Colfather. And this,"-his voice failed.

While secessionism was so rampant in Kentucky, about the first year of the rebellion, the daughter and niece of Colonel H——, an influential man in that region, concluded that they would have a little Putting the old pipe between her lips, fun in the politico-military line. To carry to compose her nerves, the old lady at last out their plan, they dressed themselves in ventured an explanation:

"Well," said she, "we uns heered that you uns killed all the little boys, to keep them out from growing up to fight ye, and we hid 'em."

and who thus yearned for one her poor faded eyes could never see again. During the progress of the war, her son, a member of one of the Connecticut regiStrange as this may seem, among the ments, was taken prisoner and confined poor, ignorant dupes of the Southern lead- with other Union soldiers at Andersonville, ers in rebellion, it was nevertheless a com- Georgia. A short time afterwards severmon belief that the Yankees made it a al were exchanged. His mother, in Conpractice to slay all the male children they necticut, hearing of it, and believing that could lay their hands upon in the South. he was among the number, left her desoIn consequence of this, there were found late home, and went to Camp P—, many infant Moseses and Jeffs hid away in cellars and corncribs-though none in bulrushes.

Right Word in the Right Place.

which was situated two miles from Annapolis, to seek her treasure among the boat loads landed on the Severn. She waited, wearily waited, day after day, for the coming of her boy; but though many came, he was not among them. "Hope deferred maketh the heart sick," and so

As a large-hearted Union lady, resident in Covington, Kentucky, wife of a gentleman of the same character, was it was with her. Broken-hearted by condistributing a lot of fine apples, of which she had a half-bushel basket full, to the soldiers encamped back of that city, she gave an apple to one soldier of a group who exhibited peculiar emotion as she handed it to him, observing at the same time that it was a pleasant thing to receive gifts from a lady. At this she asked him whether he had a wife, and immediately his eyes filled with tears, which rolled down his cheeks as he replied,

stantly recurring disappointments, her ̧ mind, already shaken by grief, at last gave way, and thus months rolled away, and with them the events borne on the wings and waves of time.

"Yes, Madam, I have a wife and six

During all this period she continued to visit the office of Dr. Vanderkieft, the surgeon in charge, to ascertain whether any boat loads of released prisoners had arrived. When, finally, the last detachment came in, she seemed overjoyed, and went, with throbbing heart, from skeleton to skeleton, scanning them eagerly, anxiously. But, her son was not there; and each day she went, heavy and weary in spirit, back to her home. The good-heart"Well, keep up a good heart." ed surgeon-such he truly was—although "Good heart! yes, Madam, that is my he knew and had told her many times that name; Goodheart is my name!"

children."

Observing his emotion, her own eyes rapidly filling at the sight, she quickly remarked to him;

Upon the instant their tears were changed to smiles, and Goodheart, the lady, and the soldier's companions, broke into a hearty laugh.

"My Son-Has he Come ?" There is something most touching in the following narration of the intensity of maternal sorrow and love,-a grandeur, indeed, in the conduct of this poor lone mother, whose affection had made her mad,

her son had been officially reported as dead, still answered her every day with the same monotonous, but very kindly spoken, "No!"

Thus came this broken-hearted, shattered, but loving mother, every day, always provided with a shirt, a pair of drawers, pantaloons, boots and cap, and when informed, regularly, that her son had not yet arrived she would go down the graveled path across the lawn to the very end of the long wharf. There she stood look

ing over the broad waters of the Chesa- | Death Scene of a South Carolina Lieutenant. peake for fully an hour. Clad ever in the Late one afternoon-too late for the same neat dress and closely fitting bonnet, cars that were taking the Gettysburg she would gaze wistfully, longingly, over wounded to the hospitals-a train of amthe blue waste, as if her very eagerness bulances arrived at one of the Lodges of would hasten on the bark she imagin- the Sanitary Commission with one huned would bear back to her her child. dred rebels, to be cared for through the But her tear-swollen eyes at last grew night. Only one among them seemed too dim, her strength failed, and with the emp-weak and faint to take anything. He was ty void aching in her breast, she slowly badly hurt, and failing. A nurse went to and finally turned her steps from that long- him after his wound was dressed, and accustomed pathway, never again to retrace them, nor again to ask so piteously, "My son has he come?"

found him lying on his blanket stretched over the straw-a fair-haired, blue-eyed young Lieutenant; a face innocent enough for one of New England's boys. He did not seem like a rebel against earth's best "I am proud to Die or my Country." Government; he was too near heaven for The eyes of a youth of tender years, such seeming. He wanted nothing-had by the name of Bullard, belonging to com- not been willing to eat for days, his company A, Eighth Illinois regiment, were rades said; but the good nurse coaxed closed in death one spring morning, at the him to try a little milk gruel, made nicely Marine Hospital in Cincinnati, by the with lemon and brandy, and one of the kindly hands of that noble-hearted and satisfactions of three weeks arduous serfaithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell-unwea- vice to that kind nurse, was the rememried and ever watchful in her personal at- brance of the empty cup she took away tentions to the sick and wounded since the and his perfect enjoyment of that supper. establishment of the "Marine" as a mil- He talked about "that good supper" for itary hospital. Young Bullard was shot hours, and with boundless thanks; "it was at Fort Donelson. The ball, a Minie, so good; the best thing he had had since tore his breast open, and lacerated an he was wounded." artery. He bled internally as well as ex- Poor fellow he had had no care, and ternally. At every gasp, as his end drew it was a surprise and pleasure to find himnear, the blood spirted from his breast. self thought of; so, in a pleased, childlike He expired at nine o'clock. Early in the way, he talked about it till midnight-as day, when he became fully aware that he long as he spoke of anything, for at midcould not live long, he showed that he night the change came, and from that time clung to life, and was loth to leave it; but he only thought of the old days before he he cried: "If I could only see my moth- was a soldier, when he sung hymns in his er-if I could only see my mother before father's church. He sung them now again I die, I would be better satisfied." He in a clear, sweet voice: "Lord have merwas conscious to the last moment, almost, cy upon me;" and those songs without and after reminding Mrs. Caldwell that there were several letters for his mother in his portfolio, she breathed words of consolation to him: "You die in a glorious cause you die for your country." "Yes," replied he, "I am proud to die for my country."

words-a sort of a low intoning. His father was a Lutheran clergyman in South Carolina, so a comrade said, on the morning when the brave but unfortunate youth was sliding gently from all earthly care.

All day long the attendants watched him, sometimes fighting his battles over,