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up, saddled up, and hastened down the river, where, about ten miles below, a gunboat came to his protection, and conveyed the train to Vidalia, opposite Natchez, where the Steamboat Diligent was chartered, and took the entire party and train, including mules, horses, and negroes, to Vicksburg.



SOME six or eight years previous to the commencemen of the war, a citizen of Massachusetts being unjustly suspected of a crime, suffered the loss of friends, business, and reputation, which, being unable or unwilling to bear up against, he determined on changing his location.

Accordingly, having so disposed his property that it could be easily managed by his wife, he suddenly disappeared, leaving her a comfortable home and the care of two boys of the ages of ten and twelve years.

The first fear that he had sought a violent death, was · partly dispelled by the orderly arrangement of his affairs, and the discovery that a daguerreotype of the was missing from the parlor-table. Not much effort was made to trace the fugitive.

When, afterward, facts were developed which established his innocence of the crime charged, it was found impossible to communicate with him; and, as the publication of the story in several widely circulated papers failed to recall him, he was generally supposed to be dead.

At the outbreak of the war, his eldest son, who had become a young man, was induced by a friend, a Captain in a Western regiment, to enlist in his company. He carried himself well through campaigns in Missouri and Tennessee, and after the capture of Fort Donelson, was rewarded with a First Lieutenant's commission. At the battle of Murfreesboro he was wounded in the left arm, but so slightly that he was still able to take care of a squad'of wounded prisoners.

While performing this duty, he became aware that one of them, a middle-aged man, with a full, heavy beard, was looking at him with fixed attention. The day after the fight, as the officer was passing, the soldier

gave the military salute, and said: “A word with you, if you please, sir. You remind me of an old friend. Are you from New England?"

“I am."
“ From Massachusetts ?

“ Yes.”

“And your

name?” The young Lieutenant told his name, and how he came to serve in a Western regiment.

“I thought so," said the soldier, and turning away, he was silent. Although his curiosity was much excited by the soldier's manner, the officer forbore to question him and withdrew. But, in the afternoon, he took occasion to renew the conversation, and expressed the interest awakened in him by the incident of the morning

“I knew your father," said the prisoner; “is he well?”

“We have not seen him for years," said the Lieutenant; "we think he is dead. Then followed such an explanation of the circumstances of his disappearance as the young man could give. Ile had never known the precise nature of the charges against his father, but was able to make it quite clear that his innocence was established.

“I knew your mother, also," continued the soldier; “I was in love with her when she married your father.”

“I have a letter from her, dated ten days ago," said the Lieutenant. “My brother is a nine months' man in New Orleans."

After a little desultory conversation, the soldier took from under his coat a leathern wallet, and disclosed a daguerreotype case. The hasp was gone, and the corners were rounded by wear.

Will you oblige me,” he said, “ by looking at this, alone, in your tent?"

Agitated, almost beyond control, the young officer took the case, and hurried away. He had seen the picture before. It represented a man and a woman sitting side by side, with a boy at the knee of each.

The romantic story moved the commander of the division to grant the young man a furlough, and both father and son reached home in a few days after. The reader is left to imagine the sequel.



It was nearly sunset when Nelson, at the head of his troops, landed on the west bank of the river, in the midst of the conflict. The landing and shore of the river, up and down, were covered with demoralized and beaten soldiers, whom no appeals or efforts could ralley.

Nelson with difficulty forced his way through the crowd, shaming them for their cowardice as he passed — rode upon a knoll overlooking his disembarking men, and cried out in stentorian tones: "Colonel A., have you your regiment formed ?” “In a moment, General," was the reply. “Be quick; time is precious; moments are golden." "I am ready, now, General.” “ Forward march!" was the command, and the gallant 6th Ohio was led quickly to the field.

That night Nelson asked Captan Guynne, of the Tyler, " to send him a bottle of wine, and a box of cigars; for to-morrow I will show you a man-of-war fight.”

During the night Buell came up, and crossed the river, and by daylight next morning, our forces attacked Beauregard, and then was fought the desperate battle of Shiloh. Up till 12 M. we had gained no decided advantage; in fact, the desperate courage of the enemy had caused us to fall back.

General Buell now came to the front, and held a hasty consultation with his Generals. They decided to charge the Rebels, and drive them back. Nelson rode rapidly to the head of his column, his gigantic figure conspicuous to the enemy in front, and in a voice that rang like a trumpet over the clangor of battle, called for four of his finest regiments in succession—the 24th Ohio: 36th Indiana: 17th Kentucky: and 6th Ohio.

“ Trail arms-forward-double-quick time—march!" —and away with thundering cheers, went those gallant boys. The brave Captain, now Brigadier-General Terrell, who alone was left untouched of all his battery, mounted his horse, and with wild huzzas, rode with Nelson upon the foe.

It was the decisive moment: it was like Wellington's "Up, guards, and at them!" The enemy broke, and their retreat commenced. “That was the happiest moment of my life,” said the officer, my informant, “when Nelson called my regiment to make that grand charge."

Let the country mourn the sad fate of General Nelson; he was a loyal Kentuckian; fought gallantly the battles of his country; earned all his distinction by gallant deeds. All his faults were those of a commander anxious to secure the highest efficiency of his troops, by the most rigid discipline of his officers, and in this severe duty he at last lost his life.


MAJOR-GENERAL WILLIAM NELSON was a native of Maysville, Mason County, Kentucky. He entered the Naval School, at Annapolis, at the age of fifteen, and graduating, was appointed a Midshipman in the United States Navy, January 28th, 1840. He was first attached to the Sloop-of-war Yorktown, in commission for the Pacific, and soon after joined the Pacific squadron, under Commodore. T. Ap Catesby Jones. In 1845, he was commissioned as passed Midshipman, and ordered to the Frigate Raritan, forty-four guns, attached to the Home Squadron, under Commodore David Conner.

In 1847, he was made Acting Master of the Steamer Scourge, a three gun vessel in the Home Squadron, then commanded by Commodore Perry. During the Mexican war, he commanded a navy battery at the

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