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one of the rarest of literary dishes yet | vious day were removed, and those of fresh served up. Uncle Tom's Cabin' can not beauty and fragrance took their place. compare with it in point of originality, freshness, pathos, and sparkling narrative; and the same remark is applicable to his later sketches of the scenes and localities of the war.

Before Lieutenant Dwight left New Orleans, on his sad mission, he attempted to express his thanks to those who had shown such tender care for him whom he mourned. He therefore said to one of their number, in tender gratitude for their

Flowers from Lowly Hands for the Fallen loving offices to the departed:

Brave.

The killing of the brave and accomplished Captain Howard Dwight, by the hands of guerrillas, was an event which brought sorrow to many a heart, and deprived the nation of one of the most gallant and trusty officers. After he fell, his body was taken to New Orleans, and borne to his former residence there, to await the departure of a steamer which should transport it to his home in Massachusetts. guard of men detailed for the purpose, from the Forty-seventh Massachusetts regiment of volunteers, was placed around the house both day and night.

"I want to thank you, but I know not how to express my thanks."

"You owe us no thanks," was the reply; "Who are your friends, if we are not. All we ask of you is, that when you go home, you will tell the northern people how we feel, and say to them that we want our husbands and our sons to be allowed to fight in this war."

A Medicinal Properties of Blankets Gloriously
Illustrated.

The brother and immediate friends of the deceased wrapped the coffin in the American flag, and covered it with flowers. These arrangements being concluded, they left the apartment and retired for the night. When, on the next morning, the afflicted brother entered the room again, a scene presented itself which showed that there were others besides the immediate friends who sought to pay their tribute of respect to the memory of the fallen

In the month of December, 1863, a Vermont regiment was encamped beyond Arlington Heights, in Virginia. The men of the regiment were brawny and robust, but protracted exposure had occasioned an unusual degree of sickness among them; and application was made to the Sanitary Commission for supplies, medical and othcrwise. The regiment, for some cause, had never been supplied with blankets, and many of the sick were consequently destitute of the most necessary protection from the cold. The wants of the men once discovered to the Sanitary Commission, arrangements were immediately made Members of "the Union Association of to supply them, and in a day or two one Colored Women" had visited the room hundred and fifty blankets were forwardearly in the morning. They had brought ed; blankets made and given, most of white linen with which they had covered them, by the wives and sisters of volunthe furniture of the room, and upon which teers. they had sewed green leaves. They had In this regiment was a private-Anfilled the room and covered the coffin with drews, he may be called,-a large, stalthe freshest and sweetest flowers, made wart fellow, who had been broken down into wreaths and bouquets. They had by severe service, and was considered by made the scene one upon which the eye all as beyond hope of recovery. He rested with delight. Each morning this had behaved with marked bravery in evelabor of love was repeated. At each re- ry engagement in which his regiment had turning dawn the faded flowers of the pre-participated, and was a universal favorite

hero.

among his comrades. Though naturally | purpose in question. On one corner she courageous and stout hearted, his physical had marked her name, and with that mark prostration had seriously affected his mind, only had sent it on its mission, little and he was full of despondency, expecting dreaming what coincidence would attend momentarily to die. When the supplies that mission. The blanket, laid with tenof the Sanitary Commission were con- der hands over the soldier, immediately veyed to the camp, the condition of this caught his eye; the material seemed faman was brought particularly to the atten- miliar; he had certainly seen it before, tion of the agent having them in charge. and that thought roused his whole nature. He, full of sympathy for the suffering fel- Presently, pulling up the corners to his low, provided him with all possible com- face-he was too weak to raise himselfforts, such as fruits, medicines, and agree- and passing the whole slowly before his able food, adding to his supplies a sick eyes, he saw the name dearer to him than blanket, which he carefully folded over all the world besides! In an instant the the patient, as he lay on his hard, board whole story of her sacrifice for the solbed. The following day, visiting the reg-diers' sake was daguerreotyped upon his imental camp a second time, the agent was met by the Colonel with the information that Andrews was much better, and promised, after all, to recover.

"Would you believe it," said the Colonel, "the sight of that blanket seemed to bring the fellow right back to life; his whole manner brightened; his very fingers grew nettlesome, clutching the blanket with a very ecstacy of delight."

The agent hurried to the sick man's tent, and found him, indeed, vastly improved. His face brightened as the agent approached, but he did not take his gaze from the blankets. Presently, pointing with his long, thin finger to a corner of the blanket, he whispered

"That, Sir, has been better medicine than all your hospital stuff. It has put new life into my veins; if I'm ever a well man it'll be because God sent me this blanket."

thought. What wonder that, under the flood of memories which that moment came over him, sweeping away all thoughts of self, all despondency and gloom, he grew hopeful again, realizing that he still had something to live for, and work to do--and all because of this precious gift; a tonic which strengthened and saved him when nothing else, it may be, could have brought him safely through.

Yes! Andrews recovered; and to his dying day undoubtedly he will be a believer in the medicinal qualities of blankets.

We know not the source of the above most touching narration, but it sounds so much like the beautiful and winsome delineations penned by Mr. Coffin, (“Carleton,") author of that widely circulated work "Days and Nights on the Battlefield," —contributed to the Boston Journal-that we may safely cite that graphically written volume as the repository of "more of the same sort."

Dalliance and Treachery.-Lieutenant H. and Mrs. C.

The story of that blanket was a simple and yet a surprising one. It had been made by the soldier's own wife, living, far away among the Vermont hills, and had been sent with other contributions from the same neighborhood to the Sanitary Commission. The woman was poor, her home was humble, but she had a true heart, and having nothing else to give she had actually cut up the silk dress in which she was married, and applied it to the had been marked out by a staff officer,

While the Federal army lay before Fredericksburg, in the early part of December, the cavalry of the Left Grand Division picketed the country from Dumfries toward the Rappahannock. The line

So, like a spider waiting for prey, she dwelt there in her house, watching the movements of the Union soldiers.

whose judgment in such matters was very to assume all the privileges of actual questionable, and only the most incessant widowhood. watchfulness could secure the advance posts from surprise and capture. A multitude of woodland roads diverged in every direction, so that cavalry forces could easily get into the rear of the

Dalliance and Treachery.

Presently Jacob, who had been loitering round, thought that he had better see who lived in that house, and went gallantly up the hill. Mrs. C. was all smirks and courtesy. She did not deny that she was Southern in heart. Her husband was in the Southern army, and she thought he was right in being there. But it was hard for a poor lonely woman; and the Isoldiers were so rude. She would feel so much obliged if Lieutenant H. would protect her. She would be very happy if he I could take his meals at her house, for then the men would feel that they must not disturb her, and she was sure that a gentheman of Lieutenant H.'s appearance and manners would see that no harm was done. The poor foolish fly thought the spider a very charming creature, and could not see the web into which he was blundering. He accepted the invitation most cordially, thinking that he must certainly have produced an impression. With posts. The only thing was to be ready an air of hospitality, Mrs. C. then ordered to take advantage of the same intricacy her horse to be saddled, telling H. that she to escape, and give the alarm. Every would go at once and provide a pair of man must be alert to mount and fight and chickens for dinner, her own having been retreat at a moment's notice. Weapons all stolen. H. had already arrived at that must be at hand, and girths kept tight point when he could see no objection to enough for service. any thing which she proposed; and, in Under these circumstances, Lieutenant the meantime, he kept up an animated Jacob H-, with sixteen men, was posted conversation, saying many tender things, on the road leading from Stafford to Dum- and casting many enamored glances at his fries; his Captain, with even a smaller hostess. Of course he tangled himself party, taking a position to support him. more and more in the web, letting her Now, there happened to live on that road find out just what she wished to know,— close to picket head-quarters, a certain she need not be afraid, she would not Mrs. C, the wife of a Captain in the meet any Federal troops; his were the only rebel artillery. This lady was young, and ones in that neighborhood, and his pickets attractive enough to poor fellows in the were placed in such and such directions. army, cut off from all the charms of femi- So she rode off, and he returned to his nine society during most of the time. post. While he was thus away, his men, Then she was by necessity a grass as will always be the case when an officer widow," and by inclination seemed ready is not attentive, had removed their weap

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ons, and some had even taken off their saddles. H.'s mind was too much engaged in thinking about the lady to take notice. of things relating to his duty, and when his Captain rode up to visit the post he found every thing in this careless state. H. forthwith received a stern reprimand, and a peremptory order to see that his men kept armed, and their horses were saddled. For this time he obeyed the order; but by the time two reliefs had gone round all was again in the same condition.

ing it, Jacob was already in love. The fly had got fatally entangled in love.

As he walked up to that supper an old colored woman met him at the door.

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"Oh, massa!" she whispered, "don't go in da. Our sodgers come and catch you, shu'!"

"What's that silly creature saying?" said her mistress, who had slipped out and overheard her speech: "She is always fancying the Southern troops are coming to fight you, ever since she was scared at Dumfries some time ago. I have been What the fascinating Mrs. C. had been waiting for you, and it is very ungallant doing may easily be conjectured. She in you to prefer her conversation to had only to take a short ride to her neigh- mine!" bors, get the chickens, let fall information

H. hurried in, and was soon sipping

of the Federal disposition, and return coffee, and thinking of nectar-though it home as innocently as could be. The had come from his own haversack origichickens had not been picked, however, nally. The piano was then enlisted in before a clever negro was making his way the service, and Mrs. C. was singing some with a note to the advance post of Gen- of her sweetest songs with much expreseral Hampton. The chickens were very sion. Suddenly she began to play a tender, the lady tenderer, the Lieutenant march with the full power of the instrutenderest of all. He sat for some time ment; and it was not until some minutes after dinner, describing his military career, had passed by that H. distinguished his hopes and disappointments, meeting through the music the sound of the galwith a delicate sympathy which he had loping of horse. Unfortunate Jacob! never before received. When they part- His sword was in the supper room, where ed it was only to be till tea time, when he had left it as he sat down. He rushed the lady promised him some music. Alas! for it, and bearing it in his hand made for Jacob, even if he had had brains enough the door. to think of his responsibilities, would have run the risk of capture in order to enjoy the society of a lady who evidently appreciated his excellent qualities far better than the vulgar souls with whom he associated in the regiment. He had met with a congenial spirit, and he looked forward charming Mrs. C. rush from the parlor with delight to his three days of picket into this officer's arms; and he gnashed duty, from which he was generally inclined his teeth as several unmistakable kisses to hang back. He went over in thought were given by those lips which had utall that he had said, and all that she had tered such gentle sounds for him but a replied, and constructed an imaginary little while before! Could he believe his conversation for the evening which would eyes and ears? She was actually laughbe still more delightful. He wondered ing at him, joined by her husband! what songs she would sing, and thought of the comments he could subjoin to the she said: "You don't know how dangermost sentimental. In short, without know-ous I found him."

"I will trouble you for that!" said a manly voice.

Poor Jacob had to render his weapon up to an officer in Confederate uniform who stood upon the threshold. Then, oh bitter mortification! he witnessed the

"Take good care of him, Charlie !”

And the aforesaid Charlie, bowing very est care, re-adjusted the cape of his coat low, thanked him in a tone of mock cour- over his head, and supported him to the tesy for the attention he had paid his sidewalk. The last seen of the stranger wife; assuring him that he would repay he was conducting the poor soldier down it by carrying him on a little visit to his that street. God bless him. He was a own camp. Poor Jacob was overwhelmed noble specimen of the noble legions in the by these unexpected 'courtesies,' and glorious Empire State, who, under the could not find a word to 'reply. He was lead of that true hearted man, Governor led off like a lamb; and, escorted by Morgan, gave their treasure and blood to three hundred Southern cavalry, made his save the nation's life, and made their first reconnoissance of his own picket names memorable in the annals of victoline. What was worse, on being ex- rious warfare. All honor to such a State changed he found that he had been summa--to her good Samaritans and soldiersrily dismissed from service, with loss of to her noble rulers!

all pay and allowances; and he had

nothing afterward to do but to murmur at the injustice of the Government and the treachery of Southern women.

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Samaritanism of the Genuine Type. The "good Samaritan" is often heard of. He made his appearance one day in a Jersey ferry omnibus, New York City, under the following circumstances. On one side of the vehicle, near the door, there was a sick soldier. Very ill, wan, and emaciated he looked, with dark circles round his eyes, and the cape of his overcoat put up over his cap to keep off any breath of air, while his thin hands were bare to the winter cold. Some one got "Ah, Mother-Mother! I knew you would

out who sat next him; immediately the place was taken by a man from the opposite side, who at once pulled off his own warm gloves and handed them to the soldier. The latter feebly attempted to decline them, but the other insisted, and he gratefully put them on, and looked at his well covered hands with a sigh of satisfaction. The man, (the Samaritan,) was a plain, quiet looking person, and did the little act of kindness without the slightest ostentation, as if it were purely a matter of course with him to clothe the naked. Nor was this all; he asked where the soldier was going. The reply was, 'Albany.' At the corner of Warren street the good man got down and deliberately lifted the poor fellow out in his arms with the great

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Gov. E. D. Morgan, New York.

Come!"

The condition of the sick and wounded in Nashville, Tenn., before the occupation of that city by the National troops, was wretched in the extreme. The hospitals were filled, the surgeons worn out, and death everywhere stalked rampant, with neither food nor medicine to bar his approach.

On one of the beds there lay a young officer, burning with fever. He had evidently been delicately nurtured, and his bright eyes were fixed with a diseased, unnatural lustre, upon the miniature of a regal-looking woman, which he held in his hectic, wasted hands, his hot purple lips all the while murmuring, "Mother, mother!" He was covered with a single

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