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. olonel Farrar, com- Determined, however, not to let such an opportunity slip, he hastily mounted ten men of the Thirtieth Missouri infantry, and twenty-five of the Second Mississippi 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. 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. 6 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 surrendered. Beautiful but Dead, on the Field of Honor. 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 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 con- nessee, and had joined the Confederate spirators declared they would "sprinkle in army, but he had no knowledge of his stars. the face of the nation!" "That is my Brother." 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 Colonel Kinney, of the Fifty-sixth Ohio the assistance of some comrades, he wrapregiment, was an observer of one of those ped him in it, and buried him tenderly in strange and melancholy scenes which the 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. breast works of Fort Donelson, a day or Miss N begged the sergeant not to "That is my Brother." |