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SOL. MILLER, PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR.
DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF DONIPHAN COUNTY. Our Motto: "Talk for Home, Fight for Home, Patronize Home."
SUBSCRIPTION, $2.00 PER YEAR, IN ADVANCE.
VOLUME XXVI.-NUMBER 51.1
TROY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, MAY 31. 1883.
WHOLE-NUMBER, 1,351.
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THE CAHT-FIBES LONG AOO.
IT MBA. UUH I. IIOIUKT.
(Read t the annual encampment of tbe J-iartitirot of
Wisconsin, It. A. JL, At l'orta-e City, Wlsrstada, January
23.1WO.)
Ws meet in Jy ami Kladne.
lleable the camp-fire' l&bt.
And lind.lv cretins 1bit
Tbc thilbc Winter's nlabt
Arubl the aisig and lanj-liter,
TherMufvrt, warmth and filuw.
Oar beart recall the -..etnTrs
Of ramp fires lun- a;o.
"Tome ! rang frwo Frrwlntn'a att b towers,
And answennx to the call,
Voa wast oar manliest, braveat,
Onr Uiit, our Jot, onr alL
AVfaUe mtHliers to tbeir bttacuts
Tbeir slriplinc first butn rmd
Awl whispered Uinrazb tbc ir mltbio- -
"Dearlanfl, we Rive nr best!"
O'er moMlUnJ, rU awl valley.
IValnl forth tbe bo git shrill,
And flameafbrave battle banners
On KMDStaln. plain and bill.
Atom oar roUinjr tiraJriea
We mw tbeir splendor abln.
And prayed- oil save the Nation!"
While boys fell into line.
Ere long, by broad savannas
Ami nrers tnunuorios I",
Tbe green of Southern hillsides
Grew bilgbt with tents of ao.
Tbe joy of ramp and bivouac,
Tbe lauzbter, son-: and alee.
Made war a merry pastime
Set to sweet mlnttly.
Eematb tbe Sootbeni tar4 anu,
ISv camp-fire blazing bright.
Too told tbe tales of skirniMi,
Of pickrta. march and n-bt.
Tbe song tbat cheered tbe moment,
KiaS down tbe aisle of t ime ;
No sons m I brill the soldier
Aa their wild, puMu rbyw.
i.bHTT, Halblajah!"
Pealed throng b tbe startled tret a.
'WenulyrwiDd tbe fla, buyst"
Came IkM-tin on the breeze.
With "Marchuij- on to Richmond !
Tbe canvas wall rewound.
And the echoes chorus Tentin
To-night on tbe old cann-rouDl."
"We're rumlnj;. Father Abraham!"
Kinja to tbe bill away.
"Oar na shall float Meter "
"Onr own brave Una are they !'
When thia cruel war Is titer.
No hBger will we roain.'
"Tramp, tratup, thel-ujuaremairhuiz
Awl ibe mm- of "The pills at Innae !
boon rant! tbe rude awak'nln;; ;
Martlrtl Imt niullMiuajed
Von beard through w iuVnins circles
Tbe forma fasilade.
O'er wounded, drad attd dylo.
Amid tbe cannon" roar,
loaretinanl utuweninc
Fair Krenloai'a tl J- na hot e.
Ob. valiant, trae ami steadfaAt,
Throacb temteat, Wat and robl.
intrroaniry (mvuttiyoa wrrn
In tbon cnind dars of t.U.
TlwMi"h bumrUk, Ik art tUL. wtar-.
lUnnj the battery' bn atb.
Toor brave heart 4 uert-r fa1t-red.
While fare M fare with .lratb.
Then, back, from fit-Id and pti-u,
A band of rrtpjilfd inu,
Tbe wrr It of battle urs-a,
We mflcomfd jua asin.
Wfaawjour tluu lanLn filter.
And wail of anguish norr
Went np from botae ami hcarthitiHM
For lbo9 who came no more.
For. wearied with their mart bin,
Muine fell betile tbe way.
And aome their 3jds IneaonVrwl
In thlrLeat of tbe fray.
Some tank with deadly ffVrr
'MUX awamptof Tenureafe,
And Home atacVetl anna and reeled
On the bei-bU of M. ilarjr.
From imt war'a fiery ttlal
No bitter bate we bring.
No threat of w ild revt ugt
No cruel taoiita we thnr.
Hat lt-t um not Jirore faitblrea
To tbe gallant blonl tht-y hA :
tint fitea mar le forgiten,
Jlut ne r forgot our dnl
Mill tbronch tbe rolling ag
Nhall brightly glow tbrir fauw;
Mill on our country anna
Tbrir deeda of talor llaroe ;
And band of patriot children.
In Springtime's aunny boura,
Jiltall rer'rrot place alioVe tbem
Fair WTtatht of rpotlraa (lower.
Oh. 1-yo that f-11 at Shihh,
At Kirhmond and Hull Uun.
The woiV jour bravf liamU tlbUhl.
Sliall neTrr W umlon1.
hb-rpameetlr tbrutipU tbe agra.
O, dear ami bmtorttl tlimt
Tbentm wWiniard ourtUtortea,
SUinl faithful to their trust
Select ioiu
THE DEVIL'S REVENGE.
It was toward the cml tif Xovcmlicr; tb Iui
terial tianleti if Vienna ira detrtctl; a sharp
lireeze watt whirling the Mllron cttloril Jcavttf
shrunk up ly the early cM; the roxc-lmthe
tormented am! broken hy the wiml, let their
branches lira; in the mud. Still, the grand al
ley, thanks to its covering of sand, wan dry
and passable. Although devastated by the ajr
pmach of winter, the lMperiat Garden nan nut
without a certain melancholy charm. The long
alley prolonged far away it reddening arcades
beyond, the view stretched over the Prater and
Danube; it was nucha promenade at a poet
wonld have devjred.
A young man wa striding up and down tht5
alley with w-dble 6igu of impatience; hism
t nine, tmmewbat theatrical in iIh elegance, cou
bisted of a frock-coat of black el ct, w ith gold
fcing and bordered with fur, gray woolen
pantaloons, top boots, with tasieItiT coming half
way up hii legs. He might have been twenty
iteven ur twenty-'ight year of ago ; hit pal,
regular features were full f fiuevse?, and irony
lutketl iu the cieasfs around hit ryes and the
corners of hit month. At the uui versify, which
he appeared to hac quitted recently for he
Mill wore the httidenta cap with oak leaves
he must hae plagued tho Philistine, aud
shone in the front ranks of the burst-hen and
the foa.es.
The narrow limit within which he circtim
acri bed his walk Ahottetl that he wa. waiting
for some one probably a lady, for the Imperial
Garden of Vienna in the month of November is
hardly propitions to bnine.M rendezvous. Soon
a young girl appeared at the end of the ave
nue. A turban of black silk covered her. rich
bloude hair, whose ringlet had lecn (slightly
nucurled by the dampness f the evening; her
complexion, ordinarily of waxen whiteucss, had
taken a rosy tint from the bite of the cold.
Grouped and wrapped (die was in a mantle trim
med with marten -km : a little terrier accom
panied her a convenient chaperon, on who
indolgence and discretion you could count.
"Imagine, Heinrich said the pretty Vien
nee, taking the young man's arm, "I hate Wen
d rested aud been ready to go ont for more than
an ltbur, and my annt'kept on with her sermons
on the dangers of waltzing, on recijics for
Christmas cakes aud carp with blue sauce. I
went out on the pretext of buying some gray
boots of which 1 hae no need whatever. It is
foryour, Heinneh, that I tell the- little lies
wuicu i qui cuusiHiuiv irgreiung ami const a in
ly beginning over again. What an idea it was
of your to take to the stage! What was the
good of studying theology so long at Heidel
terg. My pareuts liked you. aud we might
have been married to-day but for that. Instead
of meeting on therdy under the bare trees of
the Imperial Garden, we tdionld be seated side
by aide before a fine porcelain tdotein a nice
warm room, talking of the fntuw of onr chil
dren. Wonld not that lie a baimv lot, Ile-iii-richr
' "
"Yes, Katy, very happy," replied the young
roan, as he pressed, tinder the satin and fur, the
dimpled arm of the pretty Viennese; "but I
cannot help it. The theatre attracts me invin
cibly; I dream of it by day, think of it by
night; I feel the de.sirr to live in the creation
of tbe poets: I wem to have twenty existences.
Every role that I play makes me anew life; all
those passions that I express I feck I am Ham
let, Othello, Charles Moore. When one is all
that, he can with difficulty resign himelf to
the humble condition of a Village pastor.
That is ery noble. lint yoa know that my
Jiarents will never have an actor for a son-maw."
'No, certainly, not an objure actor; a poor,
ambulant artist, the puppet of managers and
the public; but a prat actor, covered with
glory and applansp, who earns more money than
a iniui.ter, they will not rrfuse, howctefwrn
pnlouH they may lie. When I shall come to ask
yourhand, in a handsome yellow coach, the
yarni-di of which will lie able to serve as a looking-glass
for the astoni-died neighliors, and a
tall lackey tinered with gold lace will let down
the steps for uie, ibi vuii think thev wilt refuse
me P
"I do not thiuk they will. Imt who savs,
Ileinrich, that you will ever come to tha"t f
Yoa have, talent; but talent is uot sufficient;
yoa must have much guod Inck Iwsides. Uv
the time that yon shall have become the grand
actor of whom yon speak, the 1t time of our
youth will have pard, and then will you be
ready to marry Kate, grown old. when yoa
have at your digital the ITcs f all those
pnuceanea of the theatre, who are so Jovous aud
gaylv decked P
That future," replied Hemrich, "is nearer
than yon think. 1 have an dvaataj eous en
gagement at the theatre f the Corinthian Gate
ft ml til nixnaciT is t.i knti-.tiw.1 wltl. i... .
""""."" .., r , i -- .tic man
ner in which I played my la-t nde that he hast
made me a proem oi two inonund thalers.
"Yes," replied the young girl with a serious
air, "that role of a demon in the piece. I con
fess to yon, Ileinrich, that I do not like to see a
Christian avrnne the mask of the enemy of the
human race, aud pronounce words of blasphe
my. The other day I went to ace yon at tho
Corinthian Theatre, and at every moment I
was afraid that a yen table hell fire would issne
from one of tho traps where yon were swallow
ed up in dames of spirits of wine. I returned
home all confused, and I dreamed horrible
dreams.
"My good Katy, that is all imagination; to
morrow, too, will take place the last perform
ance, and I hhall no longer put on the black
and red co&tninc which so much displeases
jou.n
"So much the lietter; for my mind is a prey
to a ague feeling of alarm, and I fear that the
role which has been o profitable to j-our glory,
will not be so profitable to your salvation.
I am afraid, too, that you will contract
bad habits in the company of those horrible
com medians, I am sure that yon no longer say
Jour prayers, and I dare wager that yon have
ost the little cross I gave you."
Ileinrich justified himself by showing the lit
tle cross, which was still shining on his breast.
While they were talking thus, tho two lov
ers had arrived at theThahor Htrasse. in the
IjeoiHildxtadt. in front of the shoemaker who
was famous for tho perfection of his grav boots.
After chat t inn some time at the door. Katv en
tered, followed by her terrier, but not without
having alrandoned her pretty, slender Angers
to the pressure of Hcinrtch's hand.
Ileinrich tried once more to get a glimpse of
his mistress between the dainty boots and shoes
that wero symmetrically arranged on tho brass
rous in liio window; but tbe fog bad silvered
the glass with its moist breath, and he could
anly distinguish a coufnsed silhouette: then.
taking a heroic resolution, he turned ouiiis
urci -uil n-jib - U UCIIL-CIilU B1CJI IUIUC IIIU
of the Tno-headed Eagle.
That night there was a numerous company at
the Two-Headed Eagle; the guests were of tho
most mixeti uescripiion.
The Two-Headed Eagle was one of those
blessed cellars celebrated by Hoffman, with
steps mi worn, so greasy, so slippery, that yoa
cannot pnt your foot upon tbe first one without
at once finding yourself at the Iiottoui. with
your elbows on the table, a pipe in yonr mouth,
livtween a pot of beer and a measure of new
wine.
Through the thick cloud of smoke that al
most choked and blinded you at first, all sorts
f strange figures appeared after a few minutes.
There were Wallachians with their cafe tan and
Astrakhan cap; Servian. Hungarian, with long
black mustaches, caparisoned with dolmans
and embroidery ; Ilohemiaus with coppery com
plexions, narrow foreheads and arched noses ;
lionest Germans with laced coats; Tartars with
eyes turned up like those of Chinese; all imag
inable lobulations. The east was represented
by a fat Turk coiled np in a comer aud peace
fully smokiuga pipe of Moldavian cherry wood,
with a bowl of red clav. and a month niece of
yellow amlier.
Everybody was eating aud drinking; the,
drink tousjMcd of strong beer and a mixture of
rew red wine with old white wine; the food, f
slices oi com tea i. nam or nasirv.
lEound the tallies tnrned unceasingly one of
those long waltzes which produce upon the
northern imaginations the same effect as hash
ish and opium on the Orientals; the couples
passed aud repassed rapidly; th women, al
most fainting with pleasure on the arras of
their cavaliers, to the sound of a waltz, swept
away with their skirts the clouds of smoke, and
refreshed the faces cif the drinkers. At the
counter some Morlaccau improvisators, accom
panied by nidayer upon the gtizla. were recit
ing a sort of dramatic complaint, which seemed
stmugely to divert a dozen strange figures,
clothed in sheepskin, aud coifed with tar
bo ukhs.
Ileinrich went to the end of the cellar and sat
at a table where were already seated three or
four in-rsouagesof joyonsmeiu and merry hu
mor. "Ah, IleinriehP cried the oldest of the baud;
"mind yourselves, my friends; fenum ha bet iu
con; ii. You know you had a truly diabolical
look, the other night; yon almost frightened
me. Who would think that Ileinrich, who
drinks beer as we do, and who does not draw
back before a slice of cold bam, could put on
such euomous, wicked and sardonic airs, and
that with a single gesturo he can make a whole
theatre shttdderP
"Eh! why that is the reason why Heiurich is
a great artist, a sublime cotuediau. There is
no glory in playing a role that is iu yonr char
acter; the triumph for a coquette, fs to excel
in playiug iugennes.
Ileinrich sat down modestly, called for a
largo glass or mixed wine, and the conversa
tion continued on the same subject. On all
much ii nan nuuiiraiion ana compliments.
"Ah! if the great Wolfgang Goethe had seen
I yon! said one.
I "Hiow us your feet. said another; "I am
! sun you have a forked hoof."
The other drinkers, attracted by these excla
j mations, (miked at Heiurich seriously, all hap
i py to hae the opportunity of examining cIoe
! ly so remarkable a man. Tho youug men who
had formerly known Ileinrich at the Universi
ty, and whose names he hardly knew, came np
to him aud shook him cordially by the hand, as
if they had Iieeii his intimate friends. The
prettiest vaUenscs, as they passed, (shot at him
thetenderest glances of their blue and velvety
eyes.
Ouc mau only, seated at a neighboring table,
seemed to take no part iu the general enthusi
asm, iii eau mmwu nacKwani, lie was
thumbing distractedly with his fingers on the
crown of his hat a military march, and from
timo to time ho uttered a sort of humph, singu
larly dubious.
The aspect of this man was of the strangest,
although he was dressed like an honest burgher
of Vienna, enjoying a modest fortnne; his gray
eyes were shaded withgrcen tints, and shot out
phosphoric lights like the eyes of a cat. When
his pale, fiat lips parted, they showed two rows
of teeth very white, ery sharp, and very wide
apart, of the most cannibal and ferocious as
pect; his long nails, shining and curved, took a
vagno appearance of daws; bnt that physiog
nomy appeared only by rapid flashes; to the
ye that watched him fixedly, his face rapidly
assuming the Imurgeuis and debonair aptiear
ance of a retired Vieuueso merchaut, and yon
felt astonished that you could hava snsjiected
of villainy and deviltry a face so vulgar and
trivial.
Internally, Heiurich was shocked at the in
difference of the man. The disdainful silence
took away their value from tho pauegyrics
which his noisy companions lavished upon him.
Jt was the silence of an old and experienced
connoiseur, who does not allow himself to be
deceived by appearances.
Atmayer, the youngest of the company, the
warmest admirer of Ileinrich, could not endure
this coldness, and addressing the strange man,
as if taking him to bear witness to an assertion
that ho advanced, he said:
"Is it not so, sir! no actor has ever played
the role of Mephistopheles better than my com
rade, here!
"Humph P eaid the stranger. Hashing his
green eyes and crackiug his sharp teeth. Mr.
Heiurich is a young man of talent, whom I es
teem very highly; bnt he is wanting in man v
things necessary to play the role of the devil.
And suddenly drawing himself up: "Have
yon eter seen the devil, Mr. Ileinrich P
He put this question in such a strange and
mocking toue, that all the company felt a simil
iter run tiuwu ineir oacKs.
"That, bowcrer. Wpuhl In nrmtarr f.ir thrt
trutlifnhicvt of your pi-j. The othf r evening I
was at the theatre of the Corinthian Gate, ami
I wa not (JtUfied with jonr laagh; it vrx at
the utmost, a sly laugh. My dear Mr. Ilein
rich, thW i tho way yoa ought to langh."
Ami theren;on, as if to give him the exam
ple, he hurst into a laugh so sharp, so sanlouie,
that the orchestra anil the dancers stopped at
that icry instant, ami the glass in the win
dow trembled. Tbe stranger continued this
pitiless and convulsive laugh for several min
utes, and Ileinrich and bis companions, in spite
of their terror, could not help imitating it.
When Ileinrich bad recovered himself, tbs
vanlts of tho tavern were repeating, like a fee
ble echo, tbe last notes of that broken and ter
rible langb, and tbe stranger was no longer
there.
.....
Some days after this strange incident, which
be bad alrao.t forgotten, or which be remem
Wred only as a joke of an ironical burgher,
Ileinrich was playing his part of the demon in
tbe new piece. On the first row of seats in the
orchestra wasseatcd the strangerof tho tavern,
and at every wonl pronounced he shook his
bead, winked his eyes, smacked his tongue
against his palate, and showed signs of the
liveliest impatience.
Had, bad." be murmured to himself.
His neighbors, astonished and shocked at his
manners, applauded, and thought to themselves
that the gentleman was very bard to please.
At tbe end of the first act, the stlanger arose
as if be bad taken a sudden resolution, strode
oer tbe l.ig drain, tbe cymlials aud trombone,
ami disappeared through tbe little do-ir that
leads from the orchestra to the stage. Ilein
rich, waiting until tho enrtain rose, was walk
ing np and down in the wings, and when he
came to the end of bis short promenade, what
was his terror to see as be turned, standing In
the middle of the narrow corridor, a mysteri
ous personage clothed exactly as he was and
who looked at him with eyes whose greenish
transparency bad a strange prafondity in the
darkness; tbe white, sharp, wide-set teeth
gaie something ferocious to tbe sardonic smile.
Ileinrich could not fail to recognize tbe stran
ger whom be had seen at the Two-Headed Ea
gle, or rather the devil in perten, for it wa be.
"Ah, all, my youug friend! you wish to play
""""' "etc ery nntiiiiiug iu ine nrsi
act, and you would decidedly give a poor idea
.-. .- t.r uc '. citizens oi icnna. loo will
allow mc to replace yon this evening; and, as
you might interfere with me, I will send you to
the cellar beluw the stage."
Heiurich recognized the Prince of Darkness.
and felt himself last. Putting his hand me.
chanically to the little cross that Katy hod giv
en him, he tried to call for help, and to murmur
his formula of exorcism ; but terror choked
him; he could tmlynttcra feeble rattle. The
devil seizeil Heiurich with his hooked hands by
the shoulders and pushed him by main forco
th rough the floor; then he entered upon the
scene, when his cue came, like a perfect actor.
His incisive, biting, venomous and truly dia
bolical acting at first surprised the spectators.
What especially produced a great etfect was
that barp titter like the grating of a saw, that
laugh of the damned blaspheming the joys of
paradise. Never bad an actor attained such
power of sarcasm, snch a depth of villainy; the
audience laughed, but they trembled. All the
andience was panting with emotion; phosphor
ic sparks glinted from the fingers of the terri
ble actor; trains of sparkling flame rau from
his feet ; the light of the lustres grew pale, the
footlights shot out reddish aud greenish flash
es; a sort of sulphurous smell reigned in the
theatre; the spectators were, as it were, deliri
ous, and thunders of frantic applause greeted
each phrase of the marvelous Mepbistophclcs,
who often substituted verses of his own inven
tion fur the verses of the poet, and the substi
tution was always happy and accepted with
transports.
Katy. who was in the theatre, w in a stato
of extraordinary alarm ; she did not recognize
her dear Heiurich; she presaged some misfor
tune with that spirit of divination which love
gives.
The p rfonuance ended amidst indescribable
enthusiasm. When the curtain fell, the public
called for Mephistopheles with lond cries. He
was sought for in vain; bnt at last a scene
shifter came and told the manager that Ilein
rich bad been found in the cellar, where he had
probably fallen through a trap.
The hapless actor was taken up. His cloth
ing was burned in places, and on his shoulders
were deep scratches. They spoke to him, but
be did not answer.
Heiurich Falkeustein was dead.
P$ccItancotti8f.
KILLED AT TBS FOED.
Mr iiesbt w. LOf enctxrm.
He ts dead, tbe iHantifal youth.
The heart of honor, tbe toozneof truth
lie, tbe llht and life of u all.
Whose voice wan blithe aa a baste rail.
Whom all eyes followed with one conarnt,
Tbe ebeee of whoae laOEb. and who- pleaaant wonl,
lliikhed all tnnrmuraof dinroutent.
Only last nisht. as we rode alstnj-
Dow n the dark of tbe mountain cap.
To Ti-it the piekf t-coanl at the ford.
Little dreaming of any mUbap,
He waa huramui;- the words af aome old w-j :
"Two red roeea be had en his rap.
Aud another be bore at the point of his sword.
Sudden aod swift a wlutlin hall
Canteout ofa wimhI, awl the voice wan still;
Sumetbios I heard in tbe ilarkneaa fall.
Ami fir a roornrut my blood grew rhiil .
1 spake in wbiapcr, as be who speaka
In a room where some one U ljtn ilead.
Bat he made no answer to what 1 U.
We lifted him up on bis saddle asalu.
And throash tbe mire and the mUt aud the raiu.
Carried him back to the silent camp.
And laid him as if asleep on bis bed .
And I saw, by tbe tlsbtoi thehurgcon's lamp.
Two white rones u'nm, hfs rhtka.
And one Jo-f. over his heart blood red
And I saw in a vUhra how far ami Beet
Tbat fatal bullet went Fpredin,- forth.
Till it reached a town to the distant North,
Till It reached a boose in a snnnr street.
Till It reached a heart tbat eeam-d to Wat.
Wituont a uiarmnr, without a erv .
And a hell was tolled in that far-olT town,
for one w bo bad passed from cross to crown
And the people wondered that abe should die.
THE OLD CALIFORNIA MISSIONS.
A !2. Mntt Cnbriel.
From the Xew York Observer. 1
Somedays after our very suces.sfnlisit to the
Eos Angeles mission, we determined to visit the
older and more famous one at San Gabriel,
which is the second eldest on the coast. It
reads almost like a romance the story of thoMt
Frauciscan monks, who, fired with a missionary
zeal, started on an exploring expedition into
California, front their Mexican home. How
they established twenty-one mission stations on
the coast, and finding tbe country fertile and
lieautifnl, the climate delightful, the Indians a
mild race and easily converted, they asked and
received immense grants of land from the Span
ish Government, ami building hour's and
churches, reigned more like the feudal dukes of
the Middle Ages than like m-juks owed to jhiv
erty aud humility.
This delightful state of things continue. I un
til tho middle of the present century, when the
trouble in Mexico aud the annexation of Cali
fornia to tho United States gave tho final blow
to the temporal prosperity of the padres. Some
of the churches have fallen into ruin, while oth
ers have been kept in repair aud used for parish
churches.
It is to the latter class that San Gabriel V
loncs. and it was to visit this old church that
onr party left Los Angeles, on one of the must
charming days that even Southern California
can boast. We had soon left the town behind
us, and were driving past fields which the heavy
late rains had "dressed in living green, ami
decorated with thousands of the most brilliant
of field flowers. The San Gabriel valley is in
deed almost perfection, such lovely green and
golden orange-groves, sucii ong avenues ofilio
graceful pepper-tree, such a blue sky and clear
air! We gaze with delight on every side, and
decide that here we will buy onr ranches and
settle down.
Hut the driver hurries up his horses, aud we
arts soon passing through the one long street of
San Gabriel village, with its roms of low adobe
houses on either side, and see cry near us the
massive walls of tho church. It is much larger
and more imposing in its architecture than the
oue at Los Angeles, and has a quaint stone
staircase oti the outside of the church. Finding
the great jron-stmlded door barred .again t ns,
we invaded the priests house, near by, but
found only an ancient Mexican dame, who, in
reply to our eager questions, only answered,
"oi seuorita, with a smile and shrug. She un
derstands sufficiently, however, to know that
we want admission to the church, and so she
opeus the heavy doors, and we go in out of the
glare of the noonday suu, for it is "unusually
warm, into the cool shadows of the dark build
ing. As we become accustomed to the dark
ness, we discover that tho thick adobe walls arc
pierce! high np with -narrow windows, and
that the interior is exceeding plain. There is a
gallery across me ena ot tue chnrcli, to wiiicli
admission is only had from the outside by the
great stone staircase already mentioned." On I
the walls hang pictures of tho twelve apostles.
painted in Spain, and brought over for this i
church. The altar is more modem, and not at '
all attractive, either for art or age. In tho
sacristy, however, wo found two queer old
paintings, so begrimed with dust and dingy
with age, that it was almost impossible to deci
pher their meaning. We finally concluded that
one was intended to represent the Trinity, and
the other Purgatory. The latter was an appall
ing representation, aud probably was the means
of keeping the Indians well in order, aud will
ing to pay any prices to keep their souls from
staying long in such a place! Hack of tho sac
risty we found another small room, and in it
the foot of a ladder, the other eud of which ex
tended Jnto unknown regions above. Scaling
these heights, we found ourseles on the roof of
the church, and jnst under the bell-tower,
where hung the bells that, in the "good old
days, were heard far and wide over the al
ley, and even down to the little town of Ios
Angeles.
lint now the bustle and uoise of the city, aud
the screaming of steam whistles, and noise of
engiues and cars, so fills the air. that the sound
of the San Gabriel chimes is only heard in their
own loe!y valley. There are inscriptions upon
tbem in such quaint characters that they defy
all our attempt! at translations. Hut how we
did want to "ring those charming bells' and
oue daring hand did give a little pull to the
rope of the big oue, which instantly responded
with snch a deep rumble as c fleet nally stopped
all farther experiments, without the warning
from tbe chape rone.
And oh! the lovely scene that lay at our feet,
and greeted our eyes from that belfry tower!
We felt as if we were on the Delectable moun
tains, looking down on the Land of Ileulah!
Around ns lay the extensive plains where, in
1M, roamed so many cattle belonging to the
Franciscans, that they employed twenty-seven
hundred Indians as herdsmen; and fields that
in the SAme year gave a harvest of twenty thou
sand bushels of grain to their store-boasts! Sur
rounding this enchanting valley, tike grim sen
tinels, stood the snow mountains; their white
snminiU contrasting strangely with the smiling
valley below.
The priests who saw this fair itosnessitm as
ing out of their bands must have felt like cry
lug, "Woe is me, San Gabriel, for a fairer conn
trv, and more absolute authority than had thce
missionaries, would be hard to find.
Bnt the hours ant flying, and wo must get
back to the city of the angels before d.irfc. Sa
with a lingering look at the lovely landscape,
we file down the ladder, shake off the dnt of
the belfry, and drive home over the level,
smooth road, that makes driving a delight;
through charming, pictnresqua Pasadena, the
"crown of the valley; past field after field, gay
with the gorgeous eschscholtzia, (as charming
to look at as its name is hard to spell;) and
drive into the city jnst as the cool breezes of
twilight are begin niug to warn ns that the
nights in Southern California are invariably
cold, and that a good supper and a glowing
wood fire await us. C M. A.
Li AniJELF-s.
Syrian beggars, from Mr, Lebanon, arc now
a feature of street life in Xew York.
KVKttV smoker shonld trv Little Joker.
BATTLE 8CESES.
War at Ibe.MoItiirr Hmvr II MtrlpiM-t. of Its
.ttrj--ee is ,e Hell Which VialU
Uarlh fr a Time.
There is an embarrassment of riches in quot
ing from this book. We have only space fur a
few extracts vbich " to show the excel
lence of the author's style. Of the. battle scenes
one of the best is the following, which describes
the effect of musketry at Chancellorsville:
"Neither the Major nor myself could distin
guish the troops at work, for the ground was
covered by a dense white smoke, the line of
breastworks being marked only by a fierce and
angry light playing through- the sulphurous
npor. It was the constant flash from thou
sands of muskets, and so continuous was tfie'fu
silado that the tlame never entirely died away.
As we looked a brighter, blinding fight appear
ed for an instant in the field, and I knew that
one of the atnunition wagous had been set on
tire by a Confederate shell. The air was a mo
ment aftcr'filled with a perfect cascade of frag
ments. The IhmIj- of a man rose among the
tlame and smoke enveloping the vehicle, aud
then came tumbling headlong to the ground.
The horses attached to an empty wagon near us
took fright, dashing wildly into the woods
their progress only being stopped by the trees
while the Illfatcd driver was hurled from his
seat and killed. Still there was no slackening
in the murderous musketry, the struzzle in
creasing in fury until the woods in which the
opio.iug fines were fighting actually caught
fire. A blinding smoke soon covered the whole
field aud penetrated tho entire forest. Among
t lie trees ueyonu wuere tne wagons bad been
wrecked two or three dozen coat less surgeons
were at work, their arms bare to the shoulder,
all busy at their horrid task of amputation,
l.ude tables hail been erected in irregular rows,
aud on each lay a mutilated soldier, losing a
part of his shattered and bleeding body. Groans
and piteous cries resounded in these forest
shambles. It seemed as if hell itself had come
on earth fur a time.
The finest chapters of the book are given to
i-eiivsuiirg ana tue ., iiuerneHs. rue great
battle in Pennsylvania, which turned the tide
of tho rebellion, is described in detail, aud oue
of the superb pas-sages which stir the blood is
this depictiug the famous charge of Lougstreet,
tm which hung the last hopes of a Confederate
victory.
"As yet no Federal musketry had broken out,
our veterans knowing too well the value of ev
ery bullet in a crisis like this. Still the assault
ing liuescoutiutied to inarch on, until it seemed,
from where I nasstaudiug,tliat theleadiugoue
touched the breastworksalongourceutre. Then,
ami only then, a vivid flash sprang from the
earth, followed by a sharp rattle as tho Federal
skirmish line o-iened tire. The volley had no
apparent effect on the Confederates, who con
tinued to advance steadily, sweeping the skirm
ishers before them like chair iu tho wind. A
minute later a deafening crash of musketry
broke upon tho ear, ami we knew the main line
had opened fire. Despite the sunlight, the flame
from tmr men's muskets could be distinguished
as it played to and fro along Cemetery ridge.
Then for the first time the Confederate line
seemed to waver; but only for an instant, for it
noun rallied, and as if by one common impulse,
dashed itself like a mighty wave against the
w all of steel before it. The Federal artillery on
the higher ground behind enriutantry now tore
the enemy's ranks with a storm of irou balls un
til it seemed that none could stand before them
and live. Hut the troops tiuder lougstreet hail
gained an impetus which carried them clear up
to and at intervals into our lines. For twenty
minutes the terrible hand to hand strurt-Ie con
tinued, and I saw by the sudden movements of
iiaucok -t torjis tiiat ins line had been pierced
and broken. It was, however, soon reformed;
and, although the second line of Confederates
joined and strengthened the first, our defense
was loti nerco ami siuiiiioru to isMivcrcomc. Fi
nally the attacking frcu quivered, and a mo
ment later the entire body was in full retreat."
In another vein is this sombre picture of a
night of wandering oter the field of the Wilder
ness, lost among tho dead.
"Once, during my wanderings over the field
in the darkness, I tumbled at full length over
tuo iMHlies. My horror iucreased at finding my
facucloso to the swoleii aud bloody features of
tho dead man who lay uppermost. The corpses
seemed to lie everywhere, for at times I could
not put my font to the gronind without feeling
some portion of a man' hotly beneath it. Turn
where I would, I found myself surrounded by
thev; revolting evidences of man's hatred and
strife. My head grew dizzy, ami a feeling of
sickness crept oeriutins I staggered over tho
ground, carpeted as it was with the slain of
both armies. Hero wero confused heaps of dead
men, Federal and Confederate, lying mingled as
they fell fighting one another. Feeling my way
among them, I found three or four lying close
together, side by side, at their feet another body,
at their heads two more. One poor fellow had
evidently struggled a moment for life after re
ceiving his mortal wound, then pillowing his
head on the breast of a dead comrade, lay pass
ive as death swept his dark wiugs over the plain,
.fudging from the position of some other bodies
I stumbled over a few paces beyond, a fearful
ahoner of grape aud canister must have torn
the ranks of a regiment into shreds; for fifty or
sixty men lay here in a row, some on their faces,
others on their backs, while the attitudes of a
few Wt rayed the agony endured before death
ended their sufferings. Though these bodies
could Ie but dimly seen in the darkness, I fan
cied the glazed eyes of the dead were leering at
me. Leaving the sleeping battallion, I came
across the corpse of a little drummer boy, who
lay with his anus still clasped around his drum,
ins ueau siiaiierea uy a sneu. 1 J rave hoy: lie
boil lieateu his last rata plan. Xow the scab
ban! of a sword jingled as my uncertaiu foot
struck it, the wearer being in a sitting posture,
his legs shattered by a round shot.
"The dark side of war also is seen in the sto
ries of the living wounded, aud one ofthe many
stories of this character is the following group
of l'n ion men in an old bam, among whom the
author was thrust after his capture on the field
of the0Wihleruess:
"We were a rather grew some lot of fellows:
for there was not a sound mau among as, aud
our wounds were Iiecoming stiff and sore. Op
positc inesat a tall sergeaut, the chevrons on
his right sleeve beiug half ripped off by the bul
let which had shattered his arm. Itesulehimsat
a stunted specimen of humanity, with au enorm
ous Ward spread all over his face, as if nature
had sought to make him some recompense for
his ahreviatcd stature; but though the beard
ordinarily bid his face to the eyes, it was now
parted on one cheek by a gleaming cicatrice,
like the mark of a tornado I had once seen on
the mountains near Aldie gap. Oue had his
temples bound up with a dirty handkerchief,
which did not prevent the blood trickling down
his face to the corner of his month, from which
he wiped it with Ids caff the better to masticate
his food. Another poor fellow had been wound
ed iu both arms, and it was painful to see him
try to get a cracker to his mouth, only succeed
ing when a companion, noticing his plight, held
it up for him tobite. George K mtliamJ "tut-
Poor Jim Manners.
What volumes might be written of the pathet
ic incidents of tho war. Here is one of the most
touching. While our troojis were on the way to
Gettysbnrg, they were marching by night through
a village over whose gateways hung lighted lan
terns while yonng girls shed tears &a they
watched the brothers of other women march-on
to possible death. A scene of the march is thns
described by the author of "Hal let and Shell":
"Stopping fur a moment at the gate of a dwell
ing, I noticed a young mother leaning over it,
with a chubby child in her arms Above the
woman head swung a couple of stable lanterns
their light falling upon her face. The child
was crowing with delight at the strange pag
eant as It watched the armed bust pass on. I
beg your pardon maam, said Jim JUuners, one
of my men, as he dropped the butt of his musket
ou the ground and peered wistfully into the
faces of mother and child, 'I beg yonr pardon,
but may I kiss that baby of yours f I've got
oue just like him at home, at least he was when
I last saw him, two year ago The mother, a
sympathetic tear rolling down her blooming
cheek, silently held oat the child. Jim pressed
his unshaven face to its innocent, smiling lips
for a moment, and then walked on, saying:
God bless yon, ma'am, for that! Poor Jim
Manners! He never saw his boy again in life.
A bullet laid him low next day, as we made onr
first charge."
A Hemarkable Recovery,
We have heard much lately about Justice
Hatght, of Pctuwjlvania, living many days after
a bullet had been fired into bis brain. A more
peculiar case is now a resident of this County.
George Sissel, of Newfane, was a private la the
Kighth Xew York Heavy Artillery. At th
charge on the rebel works at Petersburg, on the
loth day of Jane, lCt, a minie ball strnck
him iu the head, breaking the skull. The ball
divided, part going outside, and part going nu
der the? skull. For three dsys be lay on the
field, ami was reported dead. After this time
he- wandered into a hospital and was treated,
the physicians taking oat a number of the bones
from his head. He was then sent to St- Mary's
Hospital, Koch ester. While there be was under
the care of Or. Moore, and on the 23d day of
October following Dr. Bradley, the assistant
surgeon, took from the unhealed wound a piece
of rebel lead, which had lain there for over four
months. Xow Mr. Sissel is as well apparently
as ever, though he has a depression in bis sknll
large enough to hide a walnut, and over which
there is no skull bone. This cose was a wonder
to the surgeons at the time it occurred, and a
greater wonder to the man himself that lie
should be alive. Loclport (X. r.) Journal.
Tnr.KE has been a great deal said about a
man marrying his deceased wife's sister, bat
the lady iu question has not yet been con salted
in regard to the matter. As a rale, she is too
well acqaaiftted with her brother-in-law to wont
to marry him.
THE S0LDIEE.S LOT.
ST T. C IUUUlT.il.
A paaper'a crate on the Mil-vide
Was all be eot. I know ;
They called him vacltrad, and vet
Ills heart waa white aa anow.
lie nerer harmed a litin thin.
And it was sad to see
Tb veteran nurrhins to his crave
Beside the hawthorn tree.
I used to like to hear him tell
How, when tbe foeman came
Across tbe sea to trail in dart
The liar we lore to name,
lie took hia title from the wall
Ah ! ho waa osrfal then
And marched to meet the scarlet eoatx
With ctbei gallant men.
And when he laid aside hia pipe,
For mo to Oil again,
I knew that I would bear the tale
Of der.tblesa Lnndr'a Lane.
And as I listened, all entranced,
A bov upon hia knee,
I saw the cbarcinz bo-.t, and heard
The abonts of Tictory.
lint ne'er sea in hU tab-a of wr
Will thrill Ibe youthful aotil ;
The marcb of life b o rr now,
For death has beat the rolL
X more adowa the tUlaje street.
With freblo ate- and slow.
Cornea one who, tho a County charge.
It did ni good to know.
Though In a panner'a craTe doth sleep
Tbe veteran oi the hue,
I know tbat on the brijbter shore
He care tbe roontera.ij-n.
What if tbe haughty ahun the snot
Where o er him grasses ware I
Tbe sweetest flowers do not blosli
To crow upon bis crate.
Why, in the tree aboTe LU crave.
A wren bath built her net.
Ami every mora a linnet io
Above the Soldier's breast.
I love to seek, on Summer da s.
An oft ucj-Iected apot i
Tis where tbe brave old hero sleejm
In hU pauper's crave forgot.
SONGS OF THE SOLDIERS.
Benslaitseent Rhymes C the War of l be Ite.
hctlioa Tbe Jlu-ic wilh which Ibe Hot it
Blue Kept Mlep, and ibe Moos the lnU iu
The war prued a very fruitful theme for the
I kh taster, aud many a fledgling bard delhercd
i tinsel f of more or less of patriotic jingle which
it wonld be quite unbecoming to rate under the
name of poetry. Many warsougs and some of
them are very good, too were written for site
cial purposes; to chronicle some particular
event, or in praise of some individual regiment,
and ou this account they ueer became popular.
Hut such songs as "Hattlo Cry of Freedom,
"Kingdom Coming, "Marching Through Geor
gia," 'John Hi-own'-i Hotly, etc., achieved a
universality that made them known from one
end of the laud to the other. The song of the
soldier ne,ersuuuds as well as when sung on
the field of battle. There ft reaches to a height
of sublimity obtainable now hen else, and per
haps no finer volume of sonml could be heard
than Cromwell's round-heads chanting the "Old
Hundred after the battle of Marstou Moor, a
legion of Frenchmen singing "The Marseillaise,
or one of our own array corps pouring forth in
unison, "John llrown's Ilody.
It is safe to say that, notwithstanding the
great unmberof songs which the war of the
rebellion was the means of bringing out. uot
one first-class lyric, not one single poem fit to
be ranked with Thomas Uanipbcll's immortal
Ye Mariners of England was the result. Per
haps Mrs. Howe's "Hattlo Hymn of the lie pub
lic is the most sublime of all the songs that
were written during the rebellion, bnt this falls
far short of CatnpWIi'.s wing. Hy the way, who
is responsible for the ir, "Glory, Hallelujah f1
Has it a father, or did it grow, like TopsyT The
air is original with tho words "John Hrown's
body lies mouldering in the dust, but where it
sprang from, who can tell? It followed hard
upon another John Hrown ditty, which wo
heard a crowd of boys and half-grown men sing
ing while parading through the streets one
night, after the close of a meeting which was
held in Fanenil Hall, to lament over tho execu
tion of John Hrown. That ditty, like the song
of "The HIack Snake, consisted of 10-1 verses,
aud this was its burden:
TellJuhn Andrew.
Tell John Andrew,
Tell John Andrew.
r John Uruwn'a dead.
Vrom this sprang the now famous soug which
is perhaps -the most popular of all the aruiy
songs and ofthe many versions that have been
made, the liest is from the ien of Dr. W. J. Wet
more: Bee tbem come, see tbem come, from the tuouuUin and the
plain.
A noble band of patriot, the Colon to maintain.
And they net er will ret urn till the country atands again
Cnited. firm ami free.
4 ; lory, hallelnjih, etc.
Henry Clay Work, a Western bard, wrote and
composed the music of several if the best
songs, among which may be named, "Marching
Through Georgia." aud that very capital and
favontc song with the soldiers, "Kingdom Com
ing," which has an additional charm from Wing
in the negro dialect:
Sac, darkies, lub you seen de maa-o.
Wid de muflatash on his face.
Go long de road some time dis mornln.
Like ne goin to leave de place f
He seen tie smoke way up tie ribbcr,
Where de Lincoln gunlwatshiy.
He took his hat and left berry sudden.
And I Vpose he's rnnned away
le tnaana run, ha, hat
IVdarkey star, lio! ho!
It must be now de Kingdom roniiu'.
An tie yar ou Julmo.
The air which accompanies these words is a
very inspiring one, and it makes a capital
quickstep.
George F. Root, who was some time a music
teacher in this city, is the author and eomiMwer
of "Tramp, tramp, tramp.
In tbe prison cell I sit,
Thinking, m-tber dear, of on.
And our bright and happy home w far away :
And tbe tears tbey till mi etc,
.Spite of all tbat I ran do.
Though I try to cheer my etnnrades ami W pi)
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tbe boy are mart bing, etc,
Kootisalso the author of "The II.it tic Cry of
Freedom."
Tea. well rallr round the flag, bos.
We'll rally once again.
Mutating tbe battle err of freedom
We will rally from the hillside.
Well gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
There is an adaptability to the air of this song
which makes it available to many words. The
soldiers were fond of setting the word of "Mary
Had a Little Lamb to it, with ludicrous effect ;
as, for instance:
Mary had a little lamb.
Its fleece waa white aa anow.
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
Ami every place that Mary went.
That lamb was sure to go,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
Aud so on. Dnring the terrible fighting in the
Wilderness on the Gth of May, iSil, a brigade
of tbe Ninth Corps having broken the enemy's
line by an assault, became exposed to a flank
attack, and was driven back in disorder with
heavy loss. They retreated bnt a fsw hundred
yards, however, reformed, and again confront
ed the enemy. Just then, some gallant fellows
in the ranks of the -Cith Pennsylvania Wgan to
sing:
Well rally round tbe flag, boys,
Rally once again.
Shouting the battle cry nf freedom'
The refrain was caught up instantly by the
entire regiment, and by the Uth Massachusetts,
next In line. There the grim ranks stood at
bay In the deadly thicket. The air was filled
with the crackle and smoke of burning under
brush, the pitiful cries of the wounded, the rat
tle of musketry, ami the shoaU nf command;
bnt, above all, answering the exultant yells of
the enemy, rose the inspiring chorus:
The Union forever! hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with tbe traitor ami np with tbe -Ur'
Bally once again,
ftboutfag tbe battle cry of frredom!
Oneof the army songs which "a become as
popular in England as it is in this country, is
Cnblished as having been written and composed
y Louis Lamltcrt. This is a 1 pfvore for
P. S. Gilmore. To be sure, the words do not
amount to much, and there is something disa
greeable to a well-regulated temperance mind
like oar own, in being obliged to inelodionsly
inform the public that
Well all ttrlBk atone blind.
When Johnny evmca marching home,
but tho tone is of that rollicking, devil-may-care
order that is very catching. The fact is.
Gilmore bnilt np bis words to suit his air, on
the same principle tbat in Virginia they build
the chimney first, and then erect the honse
against it. The air was an inspiration, bat the
words might be classified as rhymes without
reason.
Poor Miles O'Keillv (Chos. G. lUlpiue) et to
the Irish air or "The Low-Hacked Car" the
words of tbe humorous song of which wo here
give the first verse, and we have beard him sing
it with fine effect:
30m Utl aa tia a bwnlac alamo
To amks the Mjrwr. lent
An that the tkrtJ of being kltt
Bek-DXs bet to ths whit t
Bat as for me. upon my so!.
Ho liberal are we here. ,
IU let Sim bo be -arrrderrw hi place ! Btyaetr,
On every day la the year.
On every day la the year, boys
And every dar la tba year.
The right to bekDt 111 divide with him.
Ab dirtl a ward 111 aay.
He was the life of many a camp fire, was Pri
vate Miles O'Reilly, and ranch f the best and
raciest literature of the war came from his gift
ed pen.
"Tbe Star Spangled Banner" will ever rank
as the first of American war songs and linked
with U will be "Hail Columbia "America.'
and "Tbe Ited, White and Ulne, We ore not
certain that this latter is an American song. It
Taaa been claimed by tbe KnglUh under the title
"Britannia, the Gem of the Ocean." The first
person we ever heard sing it was the late Ld
ward I. Davei-port, and bo onee informed
that be got tbe soug in the mother land. Ha"
Columbia" was set by it anther, Jndge Hopkin-
j sonf to the atr of "The President's March,"
j which somcbtidy hail composed in honor of
.a-.innj;uiu; uui me worn oi "inociar -wail
gleil Banner" are sung to an old Knglish bac
chanalian air, -To Aiiacreon in Heaven," while
the Kcv. Mr. Smith's. "My Country, Tis of
Thee," goes to the air of "God Save the (Jueen."
The national hymn, with appropriate origual
music, is yet to Ie wrifeu. Keller's hymn does
not fill the biTJ, nor. iudecd, does Julius Kich
lierg's or that ambitions production which Gil
more gae to the country some two or three
years since.-
Wo have touched bat lightly on a few of tho
soldiers pongs. Did one go into the matter to
any great extent, there certainly would not be
a sutlicieiicy of space in this edition of the
TrnctUrr to accommodate n. While there was
plenty of enduring poetry written during the
war, the number of really meritorious songs
that wiregieu birth to were few indeed. Ou
the whole, we are inclined to think that iu this
respect the South was in advance of us for ne
certainly do not pos-tess a siugle song of the re
bellion (Mrs. Howe's noble effort aside) at all
comparable to "Maryland, My Maryland," and
the air to which it is sung is well fitted to the
wonl. We rememWr once having heatd it
snug under ircnmtnew that for the time made
ii fancy it wa the sweetest thing we ever lis
tened to. We had reached Frederick City, in
Maryland, after a distreiing forced march,
wearying alike to mau and beast, ami going in
to bivonac, the staff to which we were attached
took up their quarters ou the piazza of a lonely
mansion, and there, wrapping themselves iu
their blankets, with their saddles for pillows,
sought needed repose. Sleep refuses! to visit
lis. Thonigbt wasadeliciousone; 'twas warm,
but a slight breeze was stirring; the sky was
intensely clear, and the stars were many and
brilliant. The stillness was profound. Kvery
one around us was sunk iu slumber. Suddenly,
there fell upon our cars the words
The tyrant's heel la on thv neck.
Alar land, my yiarylaud.
Tho ,oice was a mezzo soprano, full, round
and clear, ami the charming melody was sung
with iulintre tenderness aud great delicacy of
shading. We listened almost breathless for it
was the first time we had ever heard the song,
and when it was concluded, we arose for the
purpt.so of ascertaining who was the singer.
We found her in the person of a plump little
negro girl of atont 1 years of age, with a face
blacker than the smoke of Vulcan smithy.
As lH-sslemona "saw Othello's isago in his
mind," mi wo also saw tho isage of this girl
only in the snet-tm-s-t f her oice, which was
of a reitainty one ofthe purest vocal organs we
ever listened to.
The Bonnie Blue Flag was another of the
secession songs which met with great favor.
It was, if we remeiulier aright, written by an
Irish actor by the name of Win. McCarthy" and
first sung bv his si.tcr, Marion McCathv, at the
Varieties Theatre, in New Orleans. The air is
an old aud popnlar Irish melody, "The Irish
Jaunting Car." Our eopI were not long iu
getting hold of the song, and very soon a capi
tal answer was written, the fir4 UTseof which
we give:
Ah. no, the " Itonui blue flag,"
With hh white, pha-tly star.
Ver!iall fliut 1-tfure our tanks.
To bad the brate afar;
Knt bleml the line of suns I
Tbe tNmnie red. bite and blue
Miall lire our wmls with patriot leal.
With Imp- ami conragr true.
Hurrah! hurrah! for a Natiuu's rights hurrah!
Tb-y -.lull not haiiu our beautiful Hag,
Xor t;nem h a single star.
Diio" can scarcely Ihi called a war song,
for it wa written and romjMiMMl iH'foro the re
bellion h. id birth. Hut it was sung by lioth
armies, ami though of Southern origin,, was
quite as popular at the North a in lhe land of
cotton.- lUton Ttarelhr.
GENERAL GRANT IN 1861.
The Boston Ilcmtd prints rathe ran interest
ing story of how Gen. Grant re-entered the-army,
in ls'l, as told by an old cla.s-.mato who was
thru mustering ofiicer in Illinois.
"Grant, he says, "turned up one day. He
had not xeeit him since the Mexican war. Grant
said he was married and had had ery bail luck.
Somehow, hu couldn't get along. "lie did not
know why. He said just then he lived in Ga
lena, and was working in tannery, in which
be had a small interest. "Why don't you go in
to tlui army Pwiid I. 'Well, I havrlieen think
ing of that,' he answered, 4but I have no iutlti
euee, and it seems you can't get anything now
adays without influence.' "That is very true,
I said. 'Did you notice they have made Hal
lerk (who was au instructor in mathematics
when Grant was a cadet) a Major-General f said
Grant; 'and I see t hat red-headed 'Ciimp Sher
man has Wen made Colonel of the new 1.1th In
fantry, he went tm to say, ami, afler a mo
ment's meditation, softly muttered, though
Grant wasneer:i violently profane man, 'Hal
leek n Major-General, and .shcrmau a Colonel!
Th I.ord look down Torn," continued Grant,
after thinking a minute, 'can't you give mo
something to do here T 'Yes, I can" I said; yoti
can help me make out these muster rolls right.
So it was agreed that Grant should come iu to
my oflice, help mo iu my duties as mustering
otiirer, and receive jl'JO jier month for his ser
vices. So it went on, until 1 had mustered iu
eighteen regiments. One afternoon. Gov. Yates
sent for me. I found him in a state of excite
mi nt poor fellow, he was that way very flften.
He had just had a di-patch from Gen. Prentiss
at Cairo, that there was an immense force of
HebeN nn the Kentucky side, within a few hours
tif Cuiro, ami ho had undoubted information
tuat tiiey nere to lie cnssel over at once, per
haps that very night. He Iiegged the Governor
to send him every aailable mau at once. This
-alarming news was folio wet I by another telegram
from President Lincoln, at Washington, telling
Yates that on no account must the Itebelsget
any f. hi timid in Illinois, to prevent any crossing,
if possible, and to co-operate with Gen. Prentiss.
The Go.cnior had sent for me, to say that ho
wanted the tn-nps then in camp mustered into
the Tinted States service, and sent off to Cairo
that night. While the Governor was talking.
a thought flashed into my miud. Why can't I
pnt Grant into our of then- new regiments f
Governor,' said I, "these regiments will prl
nMy get into a light within twenty-four hours.
It is rather important that they should be pro
rrly commanded. Who are to lie made Colo
nel's f Most tif the candidates for the field offi
cers wero in hearing, ami the fact that they
would have to gti into n battle within twenty
four hours seemed to repress their military' ar
dor somewhat. 'Xow, Governor, said I, I have
in my office an old classmate ami comrade. He
was 'all through the Mexican war, aud was a
good soldier. What he has been doing since, I
do not exactly know, but he has not lerii very
successful in business, and wonld like to go ont
in one of tlit-M new regiments, especially as they
will probably have to go into a tight so soon. 1
strongly recommend the appointment of Capt.
Grant, to command one of these new regiments.
The Governor didn't know what to do. He had
promised nearly nil the jtositions except tbe
last regiment, which would lie the 21st Illinois,
and a man named Alexander wanted to be the
Colonel, and was very strongly backed for the
jKinition. But Alexander Iiad seen no service,
and was willing to take the second place, iu
view of the probable fight. Yates msisted,
however, that Grant must le recommended for
the place by some one in theState. Cant you
get some one to recommend yon ! said I to
Grant. Ho fiually said he knew a man named
Washbnme a little, who was then Member of
Congress from the Galena District, bnt that, as
he (Grant) was a Democrat and Washbnme a
lie publican, it was doubtful if Washbnrne
would do It. "However, I will try him, said
Graut, and he telegraphed to Washbnrne about
as follows: Jieeomuiend me fur posit iou as field
ofiicer in new regiments starting for Cairo.' Iu
four hours, Washburne replied about like this:
I think Capt. Grant might be useful as a field
ofiicer In ono of tho new Beg i men U leaving
Springfield to-night, if yon can consistently ap
oint him.' Well, this fixed ft. Grant was
made Colonel of the 21st Illinois Infantry. 1
loaned him money enongh to send his wife some,
and have enongh left to purchase a horse and
such articles ef equipment as were necessary.
Tills is the way Grant went iota the war. Thi"
rest is hiatury.
Grant never forgot the friend who bod stood
by him so staunchly when the clouds looked the
darkest. He made bim a Colonel in the army,
iu l?(Vs and appointed ime turn in the army and
the other to West Point, where be graduated
well. When his leg got well enough to allow
bim t dn any service. Grant made bim Super
intendent of the United States Military Acade
my, at West Point, and, after his tour of duty
there, he was appointed Superintendent of the
Soldiers Home, near Washington. He can al
ways get anything Graut can help him to,
Memorial Day The Lost Cause.
The Lost Cause, like its heroes, liee boned.
Xo trump can awake it to glory again. Over
its grave, deep down fn the hearts of a genera
tion fast passing away. Time boa planted and
brought to sturdy growth its oaks of new Inter
ests, has raised its willows of new affections,
renews annually its grassca and flowers of pleas
ures and amuMrments. Tbe world at large
moves on au mindful of the Confederacy and ita
dead, save when some monument of history or
poetry is erected tu the one or of marble to the
otherv Even in this sunny Southland, the one
idea of tbe war tbat is fast absorbing every oth
er is tbat nf a terrible calamity, to recover from
which is the oliject of every high emprise, the
goal of all ambition. Bat from forgetfalness of
the true issues of tbe war. from inzratitnde to
ibe men who fought onr battles, from a lessen
ing or onr reverence Mr tne fetarry cross, one
custom at least serves to save ns Memorial
I)j j. CiarJaton Airrt amd Courier,
How does Hon. PhiL Thompson strike yoa as
candidate for Speaker of the next Congress f
nrittfi Enquirer (Drm.)
" Ax anderpaist teacher is a standing argument
to the yonng to despise education.
THE OLD CANTEEN.
BTG. H. WB1TK.
Send it np to the garret ' Well, o, what's the harm,
I f it hang bke a b-trseshoe to serve as a charm
Had itadar.tobesure; matt hen ill with things brie
Shall I sack the old friend just becan it U queer
Thing of beauty tia not. but a y none tbc lea,
Aa mv hot lips remember ita old time caress.
Ami t think on the solace once gurgling bet wren
Uy lip from the old, battered tin canteen.
It has hong by my side in tbe Vmg. weary tramp.
Iteen my friend iu tbe bivouac, barrack and camp.
In the triumph, rapture, advance ami retreat.
Mote than tuht to mv path, more than guide to mv feet.
Sweeter nectar ne'er flowed, however s-sirkling ami rod.
From oat chalice of silver or goblet of gold.
For a King or Kmperor. PrinceM er Oneen,
Than from the mouth ef tbat old canteen.
It baa cheered the depondiug on many a night.
Till their laughing e-a gleamed in tbe eamp-tlre Unit
Whether gnna -tn.-4 in silence, or boorued at short range.
It waa always on duty though 'twould not be strange.
If In somnolent periods Jnst after "tap."
Some colonel or captain, disturbed at hia naps.
Mar have frit a suspicion that "splrita" nn-en
Had somehow bedeviled that old canteen.
But I think on the time w ben. In lull ofthe strife.
It baa called the far look In tbe dim eye bock to hfe
Helped to stanch the tjuick blood Just beginning to pour,
Siftened t-fnad, gaptng wounds that wr stiffened and sore,
MoMenort'thiii, 11 14 ip. so despairing of breath.
Tbey could only speak thanks in the quiver of death.
If an angel of mercy o'er hovered between
This world and the next, 't was the old canteen.
Then. banUh it not as a profitless thing.
Were it bung in a palace, it well might awing.
To tell In Ita mute, allegork al way.
How the citizen volunteer won tbe dav .
How he bravely, unflinchingly, grandly wen.
And how, when the death-dealing work waa done.
Twas aa easy his passion from war to wean.
Aa his mouth from tbe lip of that old canteen.
Ity-and by, when all hate for the rags with tho bars
Is forgotten in love for the stripe and the stars.
When Columbia rule even thins solid ami ante.
L From her own sblp-ranal to tbe ice at the pole
wnen weirami Army mrnnaveobeveatneiaai rail.
And the Mar flowers and the vioMa bloom for na all;
Then, away in some garret, the cobweb may screen
My battered, old clotn covered tin canteen.
JEFF DAVIS' CAPTUBE.
The Hlory of ihe First 3tmn Who Laid ll-iwd
n. II ins ." fetHlaiae Apparel Meeai A fir
eamslaallal Acconaf of lae Warprise a ad
If-tick Krixarc.
Kasper Knol-el, the first man to lay hands on
JeflVn-on Davis when the latter was a fugitive
after the downfall of the Confederate govern
ment, now lives in Philadelphia. At the time
of the capture Mr. Knohel was a private in the
Fourth Michigan cavalry. His uarrative, w Inch
was contributed to Tie U'rtltu Time, is a fol
Imiws: Ou the evening of the Tth of May, ljsVi, the
Fourth Michigan cavalry regiment, to which I
belonged, was ordered to start immediately,
without knowing whither or why. We rode, on
the whole night, only making a short pause) to
take a lunch. We did likewise the following
day, but had in the evening to take refuge from
a thunder-storm in sonm woods, where we
sought to shield ourselves in the I test posniblo
manner against the iiicleiiiineuey of the wrath
en. The next morning, somewhere between
nine aud ten o'clock, we met a vehicle with only
three wheels, driven by a colored man. Col.
Pritchard bade him halt and answer our ques
tions. He told us he had fallen iu with a trtop
of Yankees'- it liecauie evident ho did not
know the difference lie t ween Union and Confed
erate soldiers who had taken a wheel from his
wagon, probably to prevent him from revealing
their flight too tjtiickly, for, ns he said, it was a
sure thing they were trvuig to escape.
Such was the story of the negro, and now tho
reason for our Iieing engaged iu this exciting
chase dashed non us that ne were huutiug
for no less noble a prey than Ihe beaten loader
of the Confederacy, on whoso head theguvru
luent had set a large prise. Our commander, as
a matter of course, took note of this statement,
ami ascertained the exact place where the meet
ing had taken place. Then we were ordered to
hold ourselves in readiness. A harder work
than we had yet done was impending. Those
who had confidence in themselves and their
hon-e-tfor a further ride of forty or fifty miles
were told to aimoiinco themselves. Oue hun
dred and twenty -eight men did so, I among the
rest, and we started. Twelve o'clock at night,
between the lltli ami HMh of May, we arrived at
Irwinsville, Irwin county, Ga., where Davis,
according to all probability, was to tm found.
In whispered tone, we were orJerrtl to dis
tribute ourselves fn gronp of thirfen Iu all di
rections aud 1 on the lookout for all suspicious
persons in the place. The group to which I be
longed, after having ridden on for nearly a mile,
discovered a camp-fire iu a south-western direc
tion, which was near extinction a very suspi
cious circmnstanee that made oiir hearts beat
quicker with joyous anticipation. It being,
however, yet dark, we could tin nothiug else for
tho present than patiently wait for the dawn of
day. The eastern sky scarcely reddened before
we advanced as noiselessly as HsihIe, and al
most stumbled over two tents, whoso iu mates
evidently were yrt slumbering, and who thus
-til lua . I l nil r r us. 1 I tvna Ciriininaf in
entering one of these tents, and, sure enough,
iouna tne tugitive aim uis iamiiy lying lucre in
profonud sleep.
Jefferson Davis rested in a gray costume on
the left side of tho tent. As soon as he was
awake and had comprehended the situation, ho
tried, evideutlv for the purpose of concealment.
to cover himself with something I cannot at
this time tell exactly what, but of resistance he
offered none at all. I then burned to the other
tent, where I found apart of the staff of the
Confederate leader. Here, also, erfect quie
tude reigned, easily explainable bv the exer
tion and excitement incident to their flight.
They were surprised to the extent that I tore
away a saddle from under the head of one of the
officers and they all surrendered uncondition
ally, without ottering the leott resistance.
Not until the rapture of Davis aud his associ
ates had lieen thus accomplished wa the signal
shot that had been agreed upon the previous
day fired, which soon brought Colonel Pritchard
ami his cnmjtaiiiou to the scene of action. This
shot, however, was, to our great astonishment,
at once responded to by u heavy fire from the
neighboring woods, which fire we, of course,
answered. Bv this skirmish we had one young
man killed, his heart being pierced by a bullet,
and one wounded. Onr astonishment increased
greatly when we took one of our assailants pris
oner ami discovered that he belonged, like our-
elve
to the L'n toil army. They formed, in
fact, a part of the Wisconsin cavalry regiment.
and had, like ourselves, a trivet I the eveniuing
before iu the vicinity of Irwiusvilh. without
knowing or having the slightest Idea of the
presence of Dav is, still less uf our own. The vic
tim of this fatal encounter were buried with
military honors. We had a breakfast, to us, a
matter of course, a very joyous one, in which
Jefferson Dav is and our other prisoners particb
pa ted, aud tbu we rode, back to headqarters.
Snch is the true history uf the capture of Jef
ferson Davis, and, as every one can sec, it dif
fers materially from the commonly accepted sto
ry, not alone in respect to the feminine apparel
aud the bowie-knife, but also iu regard to the
short encounter lietwen Union soldiers which
furnished, so to speak, the last victims on the
altar of the ambition of the Confederate leader.
I have a very interesting relic of this adairiu
my possession. After having entered the tent
of Davis aud accomplished his capture, a traveling-bag
waa found among what little baggage
tin re was containing a shirt and and three col
lars besides children s soiled linen. These nat
urally became Interesting spoil for the soldiers,
who distributed them among themselves. One
of these collar Is still in my possession. The
collar, which, for good and sufficient reasons, at
this time has no very clean look, bears this
proud inscription:
"This collar was worn by Jefferson Davis at
tbe time he was made prisoner of war, May 10,
IrsT, and was taken from him by Kosper Kuobel,
private of company A, fourth regiment Michigan
cavalry, at Irwinsville, Irwin County, Go."
Philadelphia Time.
1 iSi as -
Curious Incident.
Some month ago a paragraph was printed In
the Timet telling briefly a story of the war,
which began on the battlefield of Chtcamatica.
A Confederate Colonel named Sawyer wrote an
account of bis personal experience in oue ofthe
battles of the rebellion, which was printed over
bis signature. This was copied in a St-Louis
paper, and was read by David X. Baker, who
remembered tbe Colonel's name, although the
two men had not met since tho battle of Chieka
manga, when Baker, who was a Union soldier,
was severely wounded, and left for dead within
tbe rebel lines. Sawyer found him and gave
Lira water to drink. Baker thought be could
not live, and gave tbe rebel officer a sum of
money, to be forwarded to tbe wounded man's
wife in Indiana. Colonel Sawyer accepted the
trust, bat the money never reached its destina
tion. Baker was rescued by the Union troops
from his perilous position, and recovered from
his wounds. When be saw the Colonel's signa
ture at toe bet I to a war story seventeen years af
ter the close of the rebellion, be wrote to him,
mentioning the incident, and asking if tbe mon
ey bad ever been forwarded. Whether Baker
has since received the money U not known, bat
another chapter has just been added to this rath
er involved romance. The story printed In tbe
TImc was widely copied, and finally came under
the notice of Clarissa II. Collins, who lives at
Dandee, Mich. This lady has written to the
Postmaster at St, Louis that David X. Baker Is
her brother, and that the paragraph copied from
the Time contained tbe first tidings she had re
ceived of him for twenty years. A. I. Tisus.
Great God! How supremely ridiculous oar
Texas courts have become. John De Gite was
indicted la San Antonio for seduction, bat tbe
Indictment was qaashed because the letter d
hod antboaghtfally been omitted In "fifteen,
the age of the girl who was the victim of the
assault. Can mortal man display idiocy In a
more profound form f HumilU Tiaxv.
Okocs Diax, one of the largest peach grow
ers In Indiana,' says there will be a good yield
this season.
THE CONFEDERACY.
Hiw the ."if w t.s-rrnmrnl 1V- Mel I'usmIi
11 a The First Official Order Tbe First
Drafl for .Vlaaey A Wooden Official Wear.
Alabama's rapitol building is but one of many
interesting relics of those exciting days that are
to be found here. The old warehoti.se that wa
converted iuto tho executive depirtmeut of the
new venture in government making still stands.
The old bank where its tirst fiscal operation
were condncted isyet intact, ami the old banker
who loaned it the tirst dollar it .ver used is still
living. Indeed, all over the ?.wn are scattered
monuments of that supreme follv.
Whilo h inking about al the- obi reminder
of the past, 1 heard a queer story a scrap of tho
early history of the Confederacy. Colonel Hen
ry C. Capers, who now lives in Home, Ga., gave
me the uarrative, ami he was on the hoard in
the very first M-ene. Ho was a part tif the in
auguration, and liegan nflicial life, with tho e
pen men t before the sun went down on the first
.day of itsexistence.
"I was just out of school, said he, "the year
the war broke out, aud rame di vru here from my
country home to have a frolic and take part in
the ina'ng oration of Mr. Davis. The. ceremonies
had been concluded, and I vanu down from the
capitol building to the exchange hotel, intend
ing to pi home that niht. I met Mr. Memiuger
by accident. He and my father were ultimate
friends. We shook hands I made mmiio remarks
aUmt the events nf the day, aud then told him
I must prepare to pi home.
"Xo, you must not," he replied. "Wo have
need of all the young men here. Conic to my
room in an hour: I want to -s yon."
"Sixty minutes after he left me, I was at tho
door of his room. He iuvited me in, and Mr.
Davis sat near a tabic? in tho centre. Leading
me up to him, he said: "Mr. President, this ft
my private secretary. Then turning to me,
said:
"Mr. Davis has ju-t houored me with the ap-
Itoiutmeut of secretary of the treasury, and I
lave appointed 3 tut my private sr.ret.iry I
want you to p ami find quarter and establish
au othce nt once. Tin world mutt know to
morrow morning that the Confederacy is a tlcd
fact, and that its executive depiitmeuts are
ready for business.
"I left him, and after uuie trouble uc tired
tho old warehoMst ytu wet yuudtr fr the trc:t-s-rv
department, aud took immediate Msr.v.ion.
There was 110 furniture, ami on dry gotnls Inix
I wrote the first 0tliri.1l order tif the Confederate
government. It was dat.-d Montgomery. Ala.,
February 1. ImJI, and read:
"The oilier ofthe werctary nf the treasury of
the Confederatr States of America is established
at the corner of Market and Commerce streets,
where the Hon. Mr. Memiuger, sreretnry of tho
treasury, or the undersigned, can Ik found from
U a. 111. to t p. in., to transact the butiues-. of
that department.
"The Jn aud .lr-T, in ifs ts-ttioof the
lilt h of February, printed this rumms ollh-iat
document. This was the starting immt. and it
seems ludicrous enough tu look luck to it in tho
light of the mighty events that have occurred
since those days. Mr. Memiuger was the lir-t
cabinet oflicer appointed and announced, but
the other ilepartmebts were rapidly tilled, mid
the government was soou tu working order.
Then-were naturally many amiiMiig incident
connected with the early organization. I re
iiirmher that only a day or s alter tho treasury
department was opened. tall, soldierly-looking
man ramo iu ami a-sked for Mr. Memiuger. I
told bim he was at the capitol attending a ses
sion ofthe Senate. Unsaid he must mm hint. I
replied that it would lw hard to dost- iiutit after
theSriiato adjourned, nid asked him if Micro
wa anything I could do for him. He introduc
ed himself as Mr. Charles P. Deys, and said :
I have) lieeu apjioiutcd by President Davis as
acting Secretary of War, ami .1 company of sol
dier has arrived in need of provisions and quar
ters." "There is not n cent in the treasury, said I,
but 1 will rous tilt air. Memiuger. and see what
can 1m dour. But Mr. Davis said lm must have
rations and quarters for the men, and that it
was very singular that there should lm any tie
lay. He seeuied much auiioyed that the govern
ment was tint fully equipped and 111 pn-.ses-.hm
of the resources to meet the demand tif war.
"I finally told him to return 111 an hour In
tho mean timo I sought Mr. Meuniiger, audex
plained to him the situation. He told me to
go to Capt. Kl;ox, tif the rcuttal bank, and get
what money was necessary for tin immediate)
relief of the war department. I saw (.'apt. Kuoxr
ami told him tif Mr. Meminger's tripled. He
said we could have all the money wu wanted,
aud I think I drew, :& to start the nulitary
arm of the Coufedt rate goeruuieitt. When Mr
Deys, the emergency nt-rrrtary of war, returned,
I told him that if be would go ami pure In so
such rovisiotis us his army required and pro
vide it with th neces-sary quarters he could
draw upon the treasury department fur the
money to pay the bills. He went away, stsm
had the troott in suitable quarter. and fed.
Capt. George W. I.re? rommauded the find com
iiany to rejHirt fordnty to the Confederacy, mid
it was from Dekalb County. Ibis organization
made the first draft on the Confederate treas
ury. "This is but a sample of the curious incidents
I might tell you. One of the first pressing lie.
reMsiliesof the tie.-isury department was an o (11
cial seal. When we came to look altout for an
engraver, we could not hud a man in the Con
federacy that could engrave ihi steel, and only
our or two that rut on stone. After a vexatious
search we wereaddiged to have one cut on wood.
It was a rude affair indeed, but it uuwrrrd the
puipose. The first official pserit was used up
on was the ships register of the cruiser Ala
bama. The hunt for au engraver was but a typo
of numberless troubles. Kvery fresh demand
that wa made upon us developed the fact that
we had thqieuded upon the north for almoit
everything produced by skilled J.ilior. To the
last we had no end of trouble if. securing men
who could even iudifferetitlv jierform the duty
required of them. Our people did remarkably
well, however, under the cirruuistancys and it
was not long before wr, in a measure, overcame
the difficulties, and had the government in fair
running order. 1 stayed with Mr. Memiuger
until the government moved to Kichmond, and
then went into the army. Montgomery t Ata.)
fatter to dmriuntti Kutjuirer.
-av -- o
The Story They Tell in New Orleans.
Some startling revelations were made to a
representative tif the Timet-Jhmorrtt yesterday
by a lady, who, for motives of her own, dorn
tiot care to havr he- naiiiH thus publicly l.ronght
iuto controversy. The lady i a widow of a
Iirotninetit lawyer, whoso sympathies were
argely with the Federal force during the war.
Men of hi professional aud seetilir actiteness
were not easily obtained in those dayH as legal
advisers lo the military rulers; withe services
of fins lawyer, who was even better acquaint d
with criminal than with civil law, were some
time eagerly sought after 'by Gen. Butler and
bis successor. Gen. Bank. Under these cir
cumstances he was in a (tositiou tu ask and re
reive favors from the United State authorities
that few others could obtain. Tho lady said
that just after Butler left the city sho went
with a friend to identify and take psesdoii of
some silver that had l-ern previously seized.
This permission bad Wen obtained by her hus
band, who, to a certain degree, hatl influence
enongh to protrrt the property of his intimater.
Armed with this permit, the lady and her friend
proceeded to the place where tho confiscated
silver was kept in safety ami secrecy. It was a
large warehouse that runs from Magazine Street
through to Tchoupitonlas, and is not so far
from Canal but what Ueau be seen by the passer-by.
Conducted tu the second story of this
building, which was strongly guarded even for
those troubled times, they saw a scene that
still lives vividly in their memories. Thi long
hall, extending from street to street, wa liter
ally filled with plunder of the richest material.
Silver candelbra. that glistened even iu the
sabdaed light ef the warehouse; gMden interi
or decorations, daiuty articles of virtu, silver
services embossed with nld-tium crests, lay in
reckless profusion 03 the floor. All this prop
erty was scattered around in a most promise,
tin manner, and without any regard to former
ownership. By going from one pile to another,
ber frientl was able, after some trouble, to iden
tify her belongings which, with tbe permit,
she was able to carry off. How these thing
came there, and what became of them, tin lady
was unable to say.
A War Survivor.
The distinguished subject of thi sketch i
probably the only sarvivor of his kind in thi
country, of the lateciril war. His early histo
ry Is shrouded in mystery, and the only name
by which he has ever been kuowu is "Old
Bill. To be more explicit. Bill i only a mule,
and I now passing hi old" age as quietly as
possible for one of hi race, on the farm of
Judge Triplett, near this city. Bill was pur
chase. 1 by his present owner iu the war, near
Baton Kouge, La., serving through the subse
quent en pleasantness with distinction, lle'at
that time was a sprightly youngster of eight
year, a beautiful roan in color, anil the best
saddle animal in the army. lie wa good fur
sixty miles a day, went all the gaits, could beat
anything in tbe division in a quarter race, and
was as famous a Bucephalus of old. He trav
ersed all the Southern States from Georgia to
Louisiana, and always did service as aa officer's
"saddle-horse.' When Capt. Jack Thompson
returned to Kentucky be rode "Old Bill," and
they reached Owensbarg together after a
straight jonrney across thtt country from Chat
tanooga, Ten o. Old BUI Is now snow white in
color, and bids fair to lire many a year to come.
He will be thirty years old this spring, bat to
see him torn a somersault over a ten roil fence,
or roll over three times la sacceloo, no no
would think he was a character of ante-bellum
fame. (hmubora Pott.
Ir the Star route Jury wUhes to be anasuaUr
severe. It might sentence tbe defendants to read
the Printed report of Wilson's six uysspeecn.
Chicago Tme.
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