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THE NATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, OCTOBER 1, 1881.
CALDWELL AT SPRINGFIELD.
Here's the spot. Look around you. Above on the
Lay the Hessians encamped. By the church on the
Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. And here ran a
You may dig anywhere and you will turn up a ball.
Nothing more. " Grasses spring, waters run, flowers
Pretty much as they did ninety-three years ago.
Nothing more, did I say? Stay one moment; you've
Of Caldwell, the parson, who once preached the "Word
Down at Springfield? "What! No? Come, that's
bad. Why he had
All the Jerseys aflame. And they gave him the name
Of the " rebel high priest." He stuck in their gorge,
For he loved the Lord God and he hated Iving George !
He had cause, you might say. When the Hessians that
Marched up with Knyphausen, they stopped on their
At the " Farms," where his wife, with a child in her
Sot alone in the house. How it happened none knew
But God and one of the hireling crew
Who fired the shot ! Enough ! There she lay,
And Caldwell, the chaplain, her husband, away.
Hid he preach? did he pray? Think ot Mm as you
By the old church to-day ; think of him and that band
Of militant cowboys ! See the smoke and the heat
Of that reckless ad vance of that struggling retreat !
Keep the ghost of that wife foully slain in your view
And what could you, what should you, what would
Why, just what he did ! They were left in the lurch
For want of more wadding. He ran to the church,
Broke the door, stripped the pews, and dashed out in
With his arms full of hymn-books, and threw down his
At their feet! Then above all the shouting and shots
Bang his voice: "Put Watts into 'em, boys; give 'em
And they did. That is all. Grasses spring, flowers blow,
Pretty much as they did ninety-three years ago.
You may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball,
But not always a hero like this and that's all.
TOM BATTLE FLAGS.
WRECKS AND RELICS OF THE WAR.
The Ordnance Bureau, which occupies a portion
of the second floor of the Winder building, on
Serenteenth street, opposite the new structure
for the accommodation of the State, War, and
Navy Departments, has attached to it a museum
worthy of visitation.
Besides a large amount of warlike material,
models of arms, accoutrements, Gatling and other
repeating guns, and relics of the olden times, it
contains the historic stump of the oak tree cut i
down by bullets at Spottsylvania, and several
hundreds of captured Confederate flags. In an
annex a few doors north, and upon the same side
of the street, are stored yet more of these remin
ders of the late "unpleasantness," together with
quite a collection of National ensigns, captured
from the "Boys in Blue" by their no less gallant
foemen who wore the gray.
As ensigns of an unholy cause the Confederate
flags are, and of right ought to be, odious to the
eyes of loyalty; but as the exponents of manly i
daring, fortitude, and devotion to an idea (al- j
though a wrong one) they are entitled to the re
spect of all men, and well worthy the reverence
of those who upheld them so bravely on the hot
contested fields of mortal strife. They are well
worth looking at. Upon this point the men of
the North and the men of the South, who beheld
tkem waving amid the smoke of battle, can agree.
Though differing widely in matters of politics,
there is one broad platform ujjon which all true
soldiers may safely stand the platform of valiant
deeds: and there is one banner that of high
courage and manly valor to which the soldierly
spirit may do homage, although the heart may
condemn the cause in which it was floated to the
The collection to which reference has been
made comprises Confederate flags proper, battle
flags, State flags, and those belonging to local
organizations, together with several which be
longed to the signal service corps of the Confed
eracy, and includes representatives of regiments
or smaller bodies of troops from every one of the
late rebellious States, not excepting Tennessee
and Kentucky, which, so to speak, were upon
"both sides. And each flag has its history, often
times written down in blood, and each one tells
a story of gallant deeds, of hardships and priva
tions endured, and of wanderings and death,
glorious and ennobling, though sad a story of
which, eschewing politics, no American need feel
Virginia and South Carolina lost the largest
number of flags in action, and New York and
Pennsylvania troops, in the order named, made
the largest number ef conquests.
The first flag captured, so far as the record kept
in the museum shows, is a battle-flag taken at
Phillipi, Va., June 3, 1861, by Lieutenant
William B. McCartney, Company B, Sixteenth
Ohio Infantry. Of course it was a matter of
necessity that the first captor should have hailed
from Ohio the State which, since then, has
taken pretty much everything worth having,
from the Presidency down captured the Govern
ment, in fact. How else could the war have
gone on ?
The last capture made was that of the flag be
longing to the "Dixie Rangers," taken by the
Fourth Indiana Cavalry near Columbus, Ga.,
April 19, 1865, four years to a day from the date
of the first bloodshed in the streets of Baltimore.
Another historic flag is that formerly carried
by the Forty-sixth Virginia, and which was cap
tured, at Appomattox Court-house, April 9, 1865,
at quarter past eight a. m., by the One hundred
and twenty-first and One hundred and forty
second Pennsylvania Volunteers, under com
mand of Colonel West Funk.
The First Virginia (Union) Cavalry appear to
have made the largest number of conquests,
having scooped in seven flags, viz.: One taken
by Levi Shoemaker, place not given ; one each
by Captain H. P. Boon and Private William Hol
ton, at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865 ; three taken
at Appomattox Station, April 8, 1865, (one be
longing to the Sumter Flying Artillery, another
to the Eighteenth Florida), names of captors not
given; and the State flag of the Fourteenth Vir
ginia Cavalry, captured by J. F. Adams, of Com
pany D, November 12, 1864.
The Sixth New York Cavalry and One Hun-
dred and Fourth Ohio are set down as having
taken five each; the first New York Dragoons
Other regiments were probably equally or per
haps more successful even than those named, and
no invidious distinction is intended by not men
tioning them. Want of data alone prevents due
credit being given.
In the list of captures, every State having
Union troops in the field, with, it may be, Cali
fornia, Oregon, Nevada, the Territories, and pos
sibly Rhode Island excepted, is represented.
E. A. Briggs, Second Connecticut Heavy Artil
lery, captured a battle Hag at Petersburg, April
J. B. Mayberry, of the First Delaware, got away
with the standard of the Seventh North Carolina
on the 3d of July, 1863, at Gettysburg.
Lieutenant S. F. Joslyn, of the Thirteenth Illi
nois Cavalry, took in the flag of the Eighteenth
Alabama at Mission Ridge, November 25, 1863.
Captain Blake, Ninth Indiana, captured the
flag of the First Georgia at Cheat River, July 13,
J. P. Miller, Company D, and Charles A. Swan.
Company K, Fourth Iowa, captured the colors
and color-bearer of the Twelfth Mississippi at
Selma, Ala., April 2, 1S65.
The Seventh Kentucky Cavalry (Union), in a
gallant charge against double their numbers of
Buford's (Confederate) brigade, near Montgomery,
Ala., April 2, 1S65, made itself the possessor of a
stand of colors, and April 14 preceding, near
Blakely, in the same State, Thomas Riley, of
Company D, First Louisiana (Union) Cavalry,
did the same for himself.
F. C. Anderson, of the Eighteenth Massachu
setts Infantry, captured the colors of the Twenty
seventh South Carolina; and the Thirty-second
Massachusetts gobbled up a similar trophy on
the 1st day of April, 1865, at Five Forks, Va. ;
while the Thirty-seventh Massachusetts did itself
honor at "Winchester, on a prior occasion, by cap
turing the colors of the Second Virginia, then a
part of the old ' Stonewall Brigade."
The Fifth Maine Infantry made several con
quests, and O. C. Roberts, of the Sixth Maine, in
a hand-to-hand conflict at Rappahannock Station,
took possession of the flag belonging to the
Pat McCran, of Company C, Third Maryland,
captured the flag of the Second Georgia Battery,
which is pierced by twenty-eight bullets, three
through the staff.
The First Michigan Cavalry captured a "South
ern Cross " from the Fourth Virginia at Falling
Waters, Md., November 24,1S64; Ulrick Crocker,
of the Sixth Michigan Cavalry, took the standard
of the Eighteenth Georgia, and the Tenth Michi
gan Infantry followed suit by taking that of the
Nineteenth Georgia, December 13, 1S62.
Albert Esson, of the Second Minnesota, cap
tured the flag of the "Yallabusha Rifles," near
Cumberland, Md., January 19, 1862.
At the battle of Sharpsburg, September 17,
1862, Isaac Thompson, of the Twentieth New
York State Militia, after shooting down the
bearer, ran forward and
off a stand of
ue enemv s colors
The One hundred and twenty-sixth New York
captured two flags, one at Crampton's Pass, Md.,
the other at Gettysburg.
At the battle of Lookout Mountain. Tennessee,
Sergeant F. N. Potter. Company E, One hundred
and forty-ninth New York, engaged in a hand-to-hand
fight with the bearer, and brought off a
Confederate standard, to place beside another one
which his regiment had captured but a few
July 28, 1864, near Malvern Hill, Virginia, S.
L. Mallick, of the Ninth New York Cavalrv,
made a trophy of the colors carried by the
Twenty-eighth North Carolina, and at Win
chester, September 19, of the same year, A. J.
Lorish, commissary sergeant, and Chester B.
Bowen, Company I, First New York Dragoons,
each captured a Confederate battle-flag, as did
Lieutenant W. W. Winnegar, of Company B, of
the same regiment, at Five Forks, April 1 of the
At Crampton's Pass, Md., September 14, 1862,
the Fourth New Jersey took possession of the
colors belonging to " Cobb's Legion " (Georgia),
and the flag of the Eighteenth North Carolina
fell into the hands of Frank Fesey, Fortieth New
Jersey, April 2, 1865.
An Ohio man was never yet known to refuse
to take anything he could lay hands upon, and
hence the Second Ohio regiment. Colonel A. G.
McCook commanding, took the flag of the Thirty
eighth Alabama at Missionary Ridge, November
26,1863; and at the same time and place the
Sixty-ninth Ohio gobbled the guidon of Fergu
son's Battery, and yet, not content, picked up
and walked off with three pieces of artillery be
longing to the same organization. Meanwhile,
in order to further uphold the Buckeye reputa
tion, the One hundred and fourth Ohio appro
priated from the hands of the enemy five dif
ferent flags, all captured within the space of a
Well, well; there is a good deal in the matter
of education, even in the method of "taking
Pennsylvania leads off well, Jacob Cart, of the
Seventh Reserves, having captured the battle
flag of the Forty-fourth Georgia ; Sam Johnson,
of the Ninth Reserves, that of Hood's Texas
Brigade at Sharpsburg, Md. ; Charles Shambaugh,
of B Company, Eleventh Reserves, a flair at
Charles City Cross-road, June 30, 1862. W. J.
Whittrick, of the Eighty-third Pennsylvania, at
the battle of Malvern Hill, July 1, 1862, captured
the flag of a South Carolina regiment, which
fought from behind a breastwork of dead bodies
built up in its defense.
George J. Shapp, Company E, One hundred and
ninety-first Pennsylvania, while on the skirmish
line, saw the enemy rallying upon the colors of
the Thirtieth Virginia, preparatory to forming
line of battle, and sprang forward with a dis
mounted cavalryman demanding a surrender.
The cavalryman was shot dead. Shapp shot the
officer in command of the enemy, dashed on
amid a perfect storm of bullets, and brought
off the prize, the foe fleeing upon the rapid ap
proach of the skirmish line of the Third brigade,
Second division, Fifth Corps, to which the gal
lant Pennsylvanian belonged.
The Fourth and Fifth Vermont Volunteers
made captures: Sergeant L. G. Hack, of Com
pany F, being the winner of the prize for the
Virginia, as already indicated, did nobly, the
First Cavalry having proved eminently fortunate,
while Private Barney Shields, of the Second Vir
ginia (Union) Cavalry, captured the flag of the
"Washington Artillery" (a crack battery) at Ap
pomattox Station, thus maintaining a deservedly
high reputation for bravery and devotion to "Old
West Virginia fully earned her share of laurels
before admission to the Union as a State.
The Sixth Wisconsin captured the Second
Mississippi entire; but for two days Sergeant
Evans, though a prisoner, kept the flag concealed.
It was discovered, however, and now hangs in
the museum, a memorial of the gallant achieve
ment of the men from the Badger State.
Near it is the flag of the Sixth Kentucky (Con
federate), which, with the colonel of the regi
ment, was captured by the Twenty-sixth Wis
consin at Jonesboro', Ga.
Edward Handford, Company H, Second United
States Regular Cavalry, not to be behind his
brethren of the volunteer service, captured the
colors of the Thirty-second Virginia Cavalry
battalion at Woodstock, October 19, 1864; and
other conquests were achieved, but of which
want of time and space forbid notice.
Only flags captured in actual contact with the
enemy (and of such only a few) are included in
the foregoing sketch, and many of those men
tioned plainly show the marks of battle. Gashed
and scarred by wounds, soiled and begrimed
by the elements of heaven and the smoke and
dust of conflict, they preach powerful sermons
to reflecting minds.
The men who defended them and those who
wi'ested them from unwilling hands found their
defense and conquest no holiday affair. There
were strong hands, stout, determined hearts
upon both sides, and in such the spirit of carnage
takes especial delight. When the flag is in
danger the soldiers gather around it; hearts grow
braver, arms stronger, and the conflict surges
hffher and yon like one vast, blood-crested sea.
Smoke, blood, flame death's dread trinity of
war preside over the passions of men and en
velop human forms in one vast, fearful winding
sheet of woe.
We know this to be true, for we have experi
enced it. During the Seven Days' fight on the
Peninsula, June 27, 1862, at Gaines's Mill, we saw
two of the trophies, now in the Ordnance museum,
when they were captured. One is the battle-flag
of the Sixth Alabama, taken by a member of
the Second Maine; the other that of the First
Tennessee, the honor of capturing which rests
with John Marks, Company D, Thirteenth New
York Volunteers, to which latter regiment the
Among the manr mementoes of the great strug
gle to be seen in the museum, and not already
referred to, is one (a battle-flag of Field's division,
Longstreet's corps), upon the staff of which some
facetious Confederate had, during the time he bore
it, xasted a piece of paper, upon which appears
the following message : A
"Mr. Yankee : You will please return this flag
staff and shoulder-belt over to the Ninth Maine;
was captured at St. Gilmore on the 29th of October,
1864, by the Three-Forks Regiment Volunteers.
"A Big Rebel."
In the annex are quite a number of Union
flags, which were from time to time captured by
the Confederates and subsequently retaken in
battle or surrendered at the close of the war.
The flag of the First Maine Infantry, which was
torn from its staff on the retreat from the first
Bull Run, July 21, 1861, is there; and close
beside it are two flags which where never cap
tured one, that formerly belonging to Berdan's
United States Sharpshooters, which was in twenty-six
battles and is a mere rag; the other Sheri
dan's Cavalry Corps Headquarters flag, the hero
(if a flag can be so considered) of forty-six engage
ments, many of them hotly-contested ones, and
which, like its companion banner, is a mass of
shreds and tatters.
This sketch would not be complete without the
mention of one more flag that made by Hetty
McEwen of Nashville, Tenn., and which waved
triumphantly above her roof, the only ensign of
loyalty publicly displayed during the Confederate
occupation of that city. Ordered to remove it,
she refused, and dared the enemy to take it down ;
and so the grand old Stars and Stripes remained
to gladden the sight and cheer the hearts of the
faithful and preach loyalty to the disloyal, and
when Buell's forces entered the beleaguered town
they found it still floating
Kissed by the breezes and wooed by the sun
Emblem of unity, many in one ;
Emblem of strength to withstand every blast ;
Emblem of patriot hearts to the last.
James A. Garfield Died September 19, 1881.
BY J. S. STiATEK.
In the rich, ripe, mellow autumn,
When the golden fruits appear,
The husbandman he gathers in
The harvest of the year.
In the rich, ripe, mellow autumn,
When the harvesting is done.
He site him down to reckon up
The profit he hath won.
Every life, too, hath its harvest,
And each mortal sows to reap ;
Or plants that fruits or grain may grow
For garnering and keep ;
But another cometh after,
Whom his vision cannot see,
And he who sows may never know
What aftermath shall be.
Nor can tell if fruits shall follow
All the care and hopes of years,
Though well he kens that they who sow
Oft' harvest naught but tears ;
And that they who plant to profit,
Barren growths too often find
That yield no rich return for toil,
Each after each in kind.
But the faith that holds men steadfast
That gives courage while they strive,
Builds up the hope in every heart
That seed and shoot shall thrive.
Thus their spirits are encouraged,
And with willing hands and strong,
Each toils and trusts till autumn comes
With harvest and with song.
Then the rich, ripe fruits are gathered.
Then the heaps of yellow corn
Are garnered from the fields that teem
With gifts from plenty's horn.
Then the husbandman rejoices
As he looks upon his store.
And makes accompt of every gain
And tells his riches o'er.
Thus doth he who toils for honors,
lie who tills the fruity earth,
Of mind, that if he tilleth well,
Yields recompense of worth.
Thus doth he, when his endeavors
Bring the hoped-for end at last,
Take joy, in that himself hath wrought,
When harvest time is past.
But, alas! 'tis not the sower
Always gathers in the grain.
To scatter seeds, and water them,
Is his, and his the pain;
And the fields may grow and ripen
'Neath his anxious, watchful cyea,
Yet other hands, when reaping comefl,
Shall bear away the prize.
But 'tis something to have striven
To have toiled for others' sake
To show how rich a yield of good
A noble life can make;
To have won the highest honors
That a Nation has to give,
To reach the heights of earthly fame-
To die, and yet to live.
From his humble home, in the distant West,
One journeyed who followed his soul's belicst.
Though his scrip was light, yet his heart was strong
And measured the music of labor's song
While he traveled a pathway rugged and drear,
With little to comfort and naught to cheer.
Like a goodly knight 'neath his lady's eyes
lie battled with fate for an unseen prize.
With courage he delved, and with strong arms wrought,
And heeded the lessons his past had taught
Till faintly there dawned on his anxious sight
The temple of fame gleaming pure and white.
Then his soul was cheered. Then his spirit yearned
To win him a name, and with ardor burned.
Then struggled he on till a darksome cloud
Was drawn o'er the land like a funeral shroud,
And the notes of war made his pulses thrill
As never before with their music shrill.
From his peaceful home to the field of strife
He hastened to succor the Nation's life.
Where the skies were dark and the cannon's breath
Grew frosty, and chilled to a sudden death
Where the bolts flew fast and the earth was red
With torrents that flowed where the bolts were sped,
He stood with the bravest who dared to stand
Defending their own and his fatherland.
'Twas little he had but his life to give;
But he offered that that the truth might live.
Through the bitter years he was brave and true ;
Nor mattered it whether the skies were blue
Or hidden from sight. Well he fought and won
The plaudit of millions for work well done.
The Nation approved what the people saw.
The people commended, and he whose law
Was duty and justice, whose virtues rare
Shed brightness o'er all through the murky air,
Was chosen to give of his wisdom great
And sit in the councils that ruled the State.
Through the years that came and the years that went
In history often lus name was blent.
Up the mountain he climbed, whereon his name
Was yet to be carved in the niche of fame,
And from lower reach to the higher plane
He struggled to conquer, nor yet in vain.
The reward came on in its goodly time.
A Senator he, who with will sublime
Had vanquished the obstacles in his way
And won him a seat where ambition lay.
From thence to the summit was but a pace.
The people looked upward and saw his face
As he downward gazed on the mighty throng
Whose vision had followed his course so long
And solemnly swore, with his heart's intent,
To ever be true as their President.
With pleasure he looked o'er the smiling land,
And saw that the harvest was close at hand.
He had sown the seed, oft' watered with tears,
And now, that the travail of fifty years
Had ripened the grain, which himself had cast,
He yearned for the husbandman's joy at last.
His heart longed to sit by the ingle side,
With her whom he took as a blushing bride;
To con o'er his books, and to be at ease,
With his children gathered about his knees,
Recounting the entries in life's great tome,
Till the angel reapers sang "Harvest Home."
But alas for him ! He had toiled in vain,
If he hoped to garner the golden grain
That his vision saw. From a cloudless sky
A bolt was let slip 'neath the Master's eye,
Which shattered his visions of life ; while woe
Caused millions on millions of eyes o'erflow
With tears, as he died on the Nation's breast,
By a Nation honored and love caressed.
Man scattereth seeds both far and wide
From the hands of faith on every side ;
He soweth to reap, yet may not see
Whatever the aftermath shall be.
Hush ! 'tis a time for weeping,
Tread softly ye who pass.
A noble heart is sleeping
A noble heart, Alas !
The whole world bows its head.
His was no common life. From humble stock
His being sprang, and poverty he had,
With honor, for his birth-right. Like a rock,
He breasted seas of trouble while a lad.
Stern were the lessons of his early youth.
His manhood's spurs were won through bitter toil,
And strong endeavors in the way of truth.
Wherein he failed, may heaven grant assoil.
He was a student, and a statesman, too,
Who sought the primal source, nor was content,
Till he had done what first he sought to do
Accomplished that on which he was intent.
His mind was stored with learning rich and rare
No subject too abstruse for him to solve ;
Yet oft' when burdened down with weighty care
His thoughts some classic question would revolve.
He was a husband worthy of the name :
A son, a father, loving, kind, and true,
Who sought in life to cast no blot of shame
On honor's shield, nor keep the wrong in view.
His friends he loved, nor did he hate his foes
If foes he had and earnestly he sought
To leave such record as, when life should close,
He might approve whate'er his hands had wrought.
He had his faults, to prove his mortal birth.
His virtues many linked his soul with God.
A warrior, statesman, nobleman of earth,
'Tis well to walk where once his feet have trod.
In life he won the crown of fifty years,
And highest honors which a world can give ;
In death he gained a mourning Nation's tears
And crown immortal. Long his name shall live !
Hush ! 'Tis a time for weeping.
Tread softly. Now the bell,
O'er him so softly sleeping,
Sounds forth his funeral knell ;
Proclaims his life-Avork done.
Hush ! 'Tis a time for weeping.
The harvest now is past,
And he who died ere reaping,
Sleeps quietly at last.
Great, noble heart, farewell !
WHERE CUSTER FELL.
Lieutenant Charles F. Roe, adjutant Second
Cavalry, has reported the completion of the work
of erecting on the Custer battle-field the monu
ment which was sent last year to Fort Custer by
order of the Secretary of War. The monument
is in form of a low obelisk in two blocks, resting
upon a step, all of granite. It is in three pieces,
weighing respectively 10,000, 12,000, and 14,000
pounds. They were, during the winter, placed
on a wooden drag or sled, one at a time, and
hauled to the battle-field, crossing the Little Big
Horn three times on the ice. Twelve mules were
harnessed to each runner of the drag or sled
making twenty-four mules four abreast. They
moved the weight without much difficulty, and
Lieutenant Roe having prepared a crane of ash
timber, cut on the banks of the Little Big Horn
River, properly rigged and stayed, he, with the
aid of troop C, Second Cavalry, commanded by
Second Lieutenant Fuller, detailed for the pur
pose, erected the monument upon the masonry
foundation previously prepared. Ten feet from
the foot of the monument, and surrounding it on
all four sides, a trench was dug, into which were
gathered all the remains of those who fell in that
fight, including those who were with Reno, and
for this purpose the vicinity was thoroughly
scouted, and all were brought together and se
curely and deeply buried at the foot of the mon
ument, except the remains of Lieutenant Crit
tenden, whose grave was not disturbed, and over
whom was erected a monument sent for that pur
pose by his father that being the understood
wish of General Crittenden. The Custer monu
ment is six feet square at the base and eleven
feet high, and, being raised on a mound, its top
stands fourteen feet above the top of the hill. Its
centre is within six feet of the spot upon which
were found General Custer's remains. It bears
the following inscription, to which are added the
names of all who fell in Custer's fight:
In Memory of Officers and Soldiers who Fell
near this Place, Fighting with the Seventh Uni
ted States Cavalry against Sioux Indians, on the
25th and 26th of June, A. D. 187G.
GENERAL SHERMAN AT WORCESTER.
The following account of General Sherman's
recent trip to Worcester, Mass., has been received :
General W. T. Sherman arrived here from New
London, Conn., at seven o'clock this morning, and
went directly to the residence of Senator George
F. Hoar, without escort. Later, a parade was
formed, with the Worcester City Guards, Captain
Shumway; Light Infantry, Captain Lincoln:
Worcester Continentals, Colonel W. S. B. Hop
kins ; with Post No. 10, G. A. R., as a guard of
honor, and proceeded to Senator Hoar's, where
General Sherman, Governor Long and staff, were
received and escorted through the principal streets
to the New England Fair Grounds, where he was
received by the New England Agricultural So
ciety, by whose invitation he visits the city. On
the way the General dismounted to walk through
the ranks of school children who were assembled
on Court Hill. As he passed they appropriately
sang "Marching Through Georgia' and presented
him with bouquets. While passing Plymouth
Church the chimes played the same air, and at
another point Battery B fired a salute of fifteen
guns. At the fair grounds General Sherman was
received by the officers of the society, and was
then presented to Governor Long as the guest of
the Commonwealth, as well as the New England
Society, and the city of Worcester. Governor
Long, in a few brief and well-chosen remarks,
presented him to the people, who were massed
around the judge's stand in enormous numbers.
This afternoon, at two o'clock, General Sherman
was entertained by the city government of Wor
cester. Later he visited Grand Army Hall as the
guest of Post No. 10, also the Commonwealth
Club. A dispatch of August 8, says: General
Sherman and the reception committee reached
Shrewsbury, this morning, by the General's de
sire, to see the grave of General Artemus Ward,
who was commander of the Continental Army
before General Washington took it in hand. The
schools were closed, and the party were met by a
procession of the Grand Army Post, the town
authorities, and citizens. At the grave speeches
appropriate to the occasion and eulogistic of Gen
eral Ward were made by Senator Hoar, General
Sherman, and Oliver R. Wyman, a selectman of
A LETTER FROM LINCOLN,
In an old number of the Binghamptom Times,
we find a copy of an original letter written by
President Lincoln. It is now in the possession
of Hon. Henry R. Mygatt, of Oxford, to whom it
was given by the confidential clerk of the Secre
tary of War, soon after it was written. It reads
as follows :
Washington, November 11th, 1864.
Hon. Secretary of War: I personally wish
Jacob R. Freer, of New Jersey, to be appointed a
Colonel for a colored regiment, and this regardless ,
of whether he can tell the exact shade of Julius
Caesar's hair. A. Lincoln.
PLAYING FOR HIGH STAKES.
An officer of the Army, now on the retired list,
won one night at faro $25,000. Perhaps some
others may have exceeded this, but we doubt
whether any one of them can tell a story of cards
exceeding that reported by the Saratoga corre
spondent of the St. Louis Bepublican, as told him
by an experienced New Yorker: "I have heard
many fabulous stories," said he, " but I will speak
only of what I know. I saw Ben Wood, former
proprietor of the Daily News, one night at a 'Re
publican' game of faro, that is, a game made up
of gamblers, win $125,000. He borrowed $2,500
from Judge McCann to begin on, and he went
away with every pocket stuffed with checks and
bills. The cigar seller in the gambling rooms told
me that Wood that night smoked $70 worth of
cigars." "That is impossible." "A fact, I assure
you. He took cigars costing $1 each, and light
ing one end began in his nervous way to eat the
other, and in about two minutes he would take a
The number of militiamen joining the British
army is steadily on the increase, 4,224 joining in.
1872-3; in 1873-4, 4,876; in 1874-5, 5,134; in
1875-6,6,356; in 1877-8,10,151; in 1878-9, 10,-696.