blanket-enough as long as disease was house, to be from there sent back to Washington. burning in his veins' of fire-and his head rolled from side to side uneasily with the intense pain, vainly trying to find relief or rest, on the hard, unyielding knapsack, which was his only pillow; an attendant knelt by him and bathed his face with some water, while one of the gray-robed ladies placed a pillow under his head. At this the poor fellow said "Ah, mother, mother! I knew you would come, this is the first moment of comfort I have known for a week!" Sixth Massachusetts Regiment's Daughter. Little Miss Lizzie, the Daughter of the Massachusetts Sixth Regiment, looked charmingly in her regimental costume, as "the child," and was an object of most peculiar interest to all who had an opportunity of observing her pretty form and features amid such novel surroundings. She was but ten years old, yet from the time of her first appearance in camp, she proved a great comfort to the soldiers in the hospital, visiting them daily, and dispensing among the unfortunate many a little delicacy, as well as going frequently through the streets of the camp with strawberries, cherries, etc. Sometimes she distributed as many as sixteen boxes to a company-the market-man, of course, driving his cart to each tent. The presentation speech accompanying the gift of the uniform, was made by Sergeant Crowley, of Lowell. The " Daughter" took the box containing the dress, and, with canteen upon her person, she tripped lightly into the 'hospital' that was close at hand, and in a few moments appeared in her new and beautiful attire. Standing upon the green, with the beautiful silk banners on each side, she addressed the regiment as follows: Nuptials in Camp: Maine and Maryland. When the Seventh Maine regiment were encamped in Baltimore, in the summer of 1861, one of the soldiers, named Clapp, fell in love with a young girl who used to peddle apples to the boys,' and promised to marry her. Her mother consented, but about the time set for the marriage the regiment left the place. After they had been in their new location, on the Potomac, about three weeks, who should come into camp one day but Clapp's girl! After a week or so the captain of Clapp's company gave his consent, and they were married and had a tent to themselves. But she was a foolish thing, and after a while the Colonel and Captain wanted to get rid of her. It happened that Clapp was one of the men detached from his regiment to go on board the Western gun- "Comrades-when you took me, a stranboats. So his wife packed up and was ger, and adopted me as your daughter, I going back to Baltimore. But, as luck had but little idea of what you were doing, would have it, when Clapp presented him- and what my duties were; but having self at head-quarters, they wouldn't accept been in camp with you two months, and him, and sent him back to camp. When learned to know you all, I have learned the time came for the regiment to leave to love you all, and I feel that you all love camp, and it started on the advance, they me, because there are none of you when we all supposed that was the last they should meet but have a kind word and a pleasant see of the soldier's girl. But one fine day smile for me. And now that you have put who should march into camp at its new me in uniform, I feel still more that I belong quarters but Mrs. Clapp, dressed in full to you, and I will try never to forget it. But military suit, with knapsack on her back, you do not expect me to talk, but, like this and canteen and haversack by her side! splendid treasure, which I shall prize as a She was indeed a romantic feminine on a remembrance to the last day of my life— 'bender.' Her disguise was seen through which is full to relieve the parched lips at once, and she was sent to the guard of my sick and wounded comrades-so shall my heart be a canteen full of love and sympathy for each and all of you. Comrades, 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. 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, and so melodious, that the volunteers strained their ears to drink in every note of the air. In daytime they went by squads past the dwelling, but saw no soul. Once they pursued a sylph-like figure to the very gate, but, alas! she was not the lady sought for. And so they lived on, each night hearing the music repeated, Amours and Fancies of the Camp. Contempt for Confederate Lines, Paroles, etc. 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. Persuasion. 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. 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?” He got no answer from the angry seces 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 sionist, but the loud shouts which went up for them, which, in case of her refusal, from the Union bystanders, who generally, 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. 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 preserving 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." my mother. 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. onel was occupied. One of the girls, shot gun in hand, took her position a few paces off, while the other stepped up and laid her hand on him and said: The nurse looked down to see what it was, and there was the face of a beautiful maiden. "Now," said the dying soldier, "I want you to put all these under my pillow." She did as she was requested, and the poor young man laid him down on them to die, requesting that they should be sent to his parents when he was gone. Calm and joyful was he in dying. It was only going from night to endless day—from death to eternal glory. So the young soldier died. Spirit of a Kentucky Girl. Captain Claypool, living about ten miles from Bowling Green, was commander of a company of Home Guards. He had the guns of his company at his house, but on hearing of the arrival of the Confederate General Buckner at Bowling Green, he sent them to Colonel Grider's camp in a neighboring county. The next day a squad, detached by Buckner, called at his house, and, finding only his daughter, demanded the guns of her. She answered that they were not there, and that, if they were, she wouldn't give them up. They handed her General Buckner's order for the weapons; this she tore up instantly before their faces. They went to the bucket and took each a drink of water, whereupon she threw the rest of the water out of the bucket and commenced scouring the dipper. They concluded they could do no better than to go back and tell their General about their adventure and get fresh instructions. Laughable Arrest of Colonel H. by Two Young Ladies. "By the authority and in the name of the United States Army, I arrest you as guilty of treason." "Gentlemen, in the name of God, what have I done?" said the astonished Colonel. He however submitted without resistance, and in reply to his question was told that he would learn all about the case, and have all things satisfactorily explained at Camp Chase,-which caused the Colonel to turn very white. They all walked silently to the house, where the children, being well posted in the matter, got into a titter. This soon caused a loud burst of laughter from all hands except the Colonel, who was very belligerent when he found that he had actually been arrested by two young ladies, his daughter and niece. Hiding their Infant Moses. Riding up to a house one day in Scriven county, Georgia, during Sherman's march through that State, a Union soldier met an old woman and three grown-up daughters at the door, uttering frantic appeals for help. On inquiring of the old woman what was wrong, she pointed to a burning cotton-gin, and exclaimed, "Put it out! Yon uns are burnin' me child!” On asking where the child was, the soldier succeeded in learning that it was in the burning gin-house. Away he went, with some men, to rescue the innocent, and at the door met a ten-year-old boy, who, badly singed, issued forth from the fiery furnace. Returning to the house, inquiry was made as to how and why the boy came there. 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. As a large-hearted Union lady, resident in Covington, Kentucky, wife of a gentleman of the same character, was distributing 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, 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 it was with her. Broken-hearted by constantly 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. 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 "Yes, Madam, I have a wife and six went, with throbbing heart, from skeleton children." Observing his emotion, her own eyes rapidly filling at the sight, she quickly remarked to him; 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!" 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 |