manity. About nine o'clock we commence our march down Pennsylvania Avenue. The buildings are beautifully decorated with all kinds of mottos, evergreens and flags. Thousands flock to the streets to welcome the conquering armiesthe grand army of the Potomac, who first made their adversaries succumb to their power, and the great army under the indomitable Sherman, that marched to the sea, and followed close to their brother army, and likewise captured their adversaries. The sight before our eyes as we pass the Capitol building, is grand in the extreme. As far as the eye can reach along the beautiful Avenue a solid mass of men are seen moving, and all keeping step to the numerous bands that lead the different regiments. One would think that the whole avenue was covered with one vast sheet of burnished steel, for the bayonets glitter in the sunlight, and throw their bright lustre on all around. Cheer upon cheer goes up from the crowds as the old tattered flags pass by. There are people present from all parts of the civilized world, to see what no other country on the face of the earth can produce-a conquering army of citizen soldiers, numbering nearly three hundred thousand. Every available spot is taken up-from the cellars of buildings to the giddy height of fifth story roofs. The lamp posts, trees and telegraph poles have their share of humanity clinging to them. As we pass the grand stand we observe the President, Andrew Johnson, the members of his Cabinet, Lieutenant General Grant and Staff, Ambassadors from foreign nations, and others of distiction. We salute by dropping our colors, and pass on to camp, hoping it will be our last review. It took all of this day for the Army of the Potomac to pass the reviewing stand, and on the twenty-fourth ended the great review, for on

this day Sherman's army, the cavalry and artillery are reviewed in like manner. We are back in camp again, and now wait anxiously to go home.

CHAPTER LVIII.

LAST VISIT TO WASHINGTON-A DAY OF HUMILIATION— ORDERS TO PACK UP-ORDERED TO LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY-LEAVING FAMILIAR SCENES-A RIDE OVER THE BALTIMORE & OHIO R. R.-BEAUTIFUL SCENERY ARRIVAL AT PARKERSBURG.

About the 1st of June I make my last visit to Washington to visit old familiar places. As I walk up the beautiful avenue I think what a change there is in everything and everybody I meet, since four years ago. Then everything was in commotion. The bustle and preparation for war was seen on every turn, and all looking out for the defenders of the National Capitol to come from their far off homes in the North. But to-day everybody is settled down and feel happy to think that our late bloody war is at an end. The soldier is free as of yore, to visit all the places of interest, and I take a stroll up to the grand old Capitol and stand once more in that vast rotunda, where I stood on the eventful Fourth of July, 1861. The same picture of the Father of his Country looks down on the visitor and with more veneration than ever. I look on that smiling face and recall the past. A strange feeling comes over me that is hard to describe. Then I make my way up, up, up, to the dome, and gaze on the beautiful panorama before me. Away to the front is the old city of

Georgetown with its beautiful Catholic College, and Oak Hill Cemetery-a fit place for the hallowed dead. Nearer can be seen the White House-the home of our Presidents and home-stretch of many a Presidential race. The Treasury Department, with its untold wealth within its vaults, the grand Post-Office building where all our billets doux used to go through on their way to the Boys in Blue; the great Smithsonian Institute with its Egyptian mummies and millions of curiosities; the unfinished monument of the great and immortal Washington, which stands as a rebuke to the American people, are all in plain view. Beyond is the majestic Potomac, winding its way to the Chesapeake, to mingle with the briny deep. Beyond the river can be seen the home of the Rebel Chief, Arlington Heights, with its grounds dotted with plain head-boards to the graves of the heroic dead. All around can be seen myriads of shelter tents of both armies, the Eastern and Western. Seven miles down the river is the former secesh hole of Alexandria, where the gallant and intrepid Ellsworth met his death. Oh, how grand the view before me. Long I look, and not 'till the shades of evening hover around do I leave the spot. I make my way down the winding stairway, give one more look around the vast rotunda and leave the grand old Capitol for camp, well satisfied with my last visit to Washington.

The 1st of June has been appointed by President Johnson as a day of humiliation and prayer in honor of our late President Lincoln. Everything looks solemn in camp and the day is appropriately observed.

Large numbers of the two years' men are discharged and considerable dissatisfaction exists on that account by those who enlisted at the commencement of the war and are still

kept in service. But we have the consolation that we were among the first to enter the service of our country, and are the last to leave the field. But the good news has at last arrived, to pack up and be ready to march.

On the 16th of June we leave our last camp in Virginia and march past forts and breastworks that took many a hard day's work to build, but now their work is accomplished and they are of no more use but to leave as trophies to let travelers and sight-seers penetrate through the great mounds of earth that encircle Washington. We wend our way to the Long Bridge, and the boys point out, as we pass by, old familiar landmarks. We step on the bridge from off the sacred soil of old Virginia and cross the river to where the cars are in waiting for us, to carry us over the Baltimore & Ohio railroad. The iron horse blows her whistle and off we go, leaving Washington and the scenes of our late operations behind. This is one of the most beautiful railroads in the United States, and a trip over it will well pay any traveler that loves the sublime and grand scenery along the line. We soon arrive at that much captured village, Harper's Ferry. The train winds its way around Maryland Heights and cross the bridge that spans the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers. We dash along over bridges and culverts, pass strong block houses that have seen their day and pull up at the dilapitated village of Martinsburg. We see the old familiar brick chimneys with houses built to them, which puts us in mind of old times. The conductor blows his whistle and all are aboard and off we go. We soon come to the Alleghanys and pass through the tunnels that penetrate those mountains. The scenery here is beyond description, and must be seen to be appreciated. We pull up at Cumberland, West Virginia, and rest a few hours. We start again and go through

the Cheat Mountains. The air is delightful and all enjoy the ride as well as they can. We branch off at a place called Grafton for Parkersburg. Clarkesville and a num-ber of other towns are passed on this branch and we arrive safe at Parkersburg without any accident, and go into camp for the night, after a delightful trip of nearly three days, traveling a distance of four hundred and twenty-four miles.

CHAPTER LIX.

DOWN THE OHIO-THE STEAMER PICKETT-A MAGNIFICENT RIDE-FOG

BOUND-PORKOPOLIS-VINEYARDS-THE

CALLIOPE-ARRIVAL AT LOUISVILLE-CROSS THE

OHIO AND GO INTO CAMP NEAR JEFFERSON

VILLE, INDIANA.

Monday, the 19th of June, everything looks lovely and bright. The warm sunshine invigorates us after our sleep on the damp dewy ground. We fall in once more and march to the river and get aboard the good steamer Pickett and commence our pleasure trip down the beautiful Ohio. The boys begin to sing the good old song "Down the Ohio" and all join in the chorus. The puffing of the steam pipe and rumbling sound of the paddle-wheel put us in mind of old times, and all feel happy to think that every turn of the wheel brings us nearer to our happy homes. About 9 o'clock P. M. we are enveloped in a heavy fog, and lay to by the bank of the river until it clears away. Not, till about 10 o'clock next day could we leave our position. The officers of the boat, however, had to keep a sharp lookout to guard against collisions in the fog. We arrived op