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THE RATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. 0., OCTOBER 8, 1881.
3n mist and gloom the daylight swiftly dies;
Tlie city lumps shine out along the street ;
No reaper glory charms the weary eyes ;
No leafy murmurs make the gloaming sweet.
"Ah, me! the tranquil evening hours," she cried,
"Amid the rushes by the riverside !
"The busy feet forever come and go;
The sounds of work and strife are never still.
Oh ! for the grassy pastures green and low,
The strawberry blossom and the daffodil !
How peacefully the mellow sunshine died
Amid the rushes by the riverside!
"I loved the toil amid those reedy shades,
At sunrise or at sunset, gay and light;
The song of waters and the laugh of maids
Come back to me in happy dreams at night.
0 blessed hours ! when, free from care and pride,
1 bound the rushes by the riverside!
"This is no dwelling-place for hearts like mine
Hearts that arc born for freedom and for rest.
Ah, me ! to sec the marshy meadows shine
In the low sunlight of the saffron west!
I will go home to find my peace," she cried,
"Amid the rushes by the riverside."
For The National. Tribune.
AN AUTUMN REVERIE.
A wonderful book, is memory. The slightest
desire on the part of its possessor, and it opens at
the wished-for place, revealing to the mind's eye
a faithful record of the long ago and images from
the past. Its pages now lie open before me, and
through the curling smoke from my faithful meer
schaum I behold, dimly at first, but gradually
brightening like pictures we sometimes see dis
played on canvas through the magic lens, my
The old farm-house, with its low projecting
eaves and high-peaked gables flanked by two tall,
sentinel-like chimneys, forms the foreground. So
-vividly is it portrayed that I can almost see the
moss upon the roof and hear the hum of the bees
which used to lull me into soft and sweet repose
whenever, as was my wont in the long, sultry
summer days, I sought one of the restful seats
beneath its vine-clad porch to think and dream.
On one side stands the well whose antiquated
sweep made frequent visits to the depths below,
returning ladened with bounteous supplies of
clear, cold water fit for a king to drink. And,
facing this, one of its long arms reaching out so
far as to almost brush the window of the room
in which I slept, a stalwart oak, deep rooted,
rears its leafy crown. From one gnarled branch
depends a rustic swing, underneath which a nar
row path, worn free from grass, bespeaks of fre
quent use. An orchard, rich in golden, luscious
fruit, forms an appropriate and immediate back
ground to this home-like scene, and, farther on,
a stretch of forest crowning a range of gently
rounded hills, completes the prospect.
It is October, the queen month of the year.
The long, dreamy Indian summer casts the glam
our of its mystic veil over homestead", field, and
forest, and the bright blue sky, flecked here and
there by soft, fleecy, silvery-white clouds, looks
kindly down upon two happy, youthful hearts.
O, what tender memories the picture brings to
Tom and I were brothers of one birth : and the
mysterious power that had given us being to
gether had drawn our hearts very close to each
other. "We were inseparable from our earliest
childhood; and as we grew older our hearts be
came so interwoven that the joys and sorrows of
one were the joys and sorrows of both. Together
we used to wander up and down the country side,
and together we used to harvest our winters store
of chestnuts, walnuts, hickory-nuts, and fruit.
When the autumn days were fully come and
nature made preparation for the burial of the year,
in company we used to take of the colored tro
phies of the frost king the maple, the box-wood,
the hickory, sumach, ivy, and the oak leaf and,
weaving them into wreaths of beauty, crown with
them the heads of those we loved. But, alas!
those leaves would fade at last, just as did some
of those whom we loved and crowned with them,
fade, and finally be laid away never to be seen
a sain bv mortal eves.
Anon the dying year would put off its gorgeous
robes : and, as the sombre coloring gathered upon
the forest foliage, replacing with its russet brown
the golden, crimson, and the purple, the frail
leaves, shorn of all their beauty, would fall trem
bling to the ground to be swept away into for
getfulness; and that, too, by the reckless suc
cessors of the very winds which, in the bright
glad summer time kissed them so tenderly, and
toyed with them so lovingly.
In all the country round about, wherever we
were known, the people called us dreamers and
we were; we lived in the ideal, rather than the
real the future, not the present. We saw beau
tiful visions of what might be, but, alas, which
never came to pass ; and our ears listened and
our hearts throbbed to the rythm of fair music
unheard save by ourselves.
Often, on holidays, we wandered into the forest
near our home, and in the mysterious twilight
which its shade created, "built castles in the air."
Sometimes we would sit and listen to the par
tridge drum, and in our youthful fancies see
armies marshaling at the sound; and would
liken the sighing of the zephyrs through the
branches overhead to a requiem mass for the
slain. Then, when the breath of natare quick
ened so that it came in hard, hurried gasps mak
ing the trees to writhe and groan as if in agony,
and the noise of the winds had drowned all lesser
sounds, our thoughts sometimes turned to the
sailors out upon the great ocean, not far away,
and we prayed God pity them, and protect them
as they listened to the roar of the tempest when
at its height. Mayhap we thought, also, of those
other sailors upon that greater ocean, life of
whom we helped make up the number sailing
over the sea where tempest and sunshine inter
mingle, and where wind and wave join to give
all, at the best, a voyage beset with dangers ; and
as we did so, our hearts swelled out to the full
ness of mature growth as we planned how we
would breast the storms how we would battle
against the wrong, and for the weak against the
strong, when we should become men.
In all our boyish dreams then, for they were
but dreams, associated with every great achiev
ment and triumph reverses and failures had no
place m our thoughts each was to have a dear
companion by his side his other self. She was
to be chosen, sometime, how or when we knew
not; nor could either of us distinguish the feat
ures of the woman of his choice; but she was to
be as an angel of good, helping her husband over
life's rugged places, and kindly, hopefully, and
lovingly piloting him toward God.
In imagination we each built castles of unri
valled magnificence for our loved ones to dwell
in, we accumulated wealth for their enjoyment,
we achieved positions of high respect, and a good
name among men for them to share; in fact,
fame, honors, riches, everything we placed upon
the altar of our love, each doing homage to his
own heart's queen. Ah, those were happy days
those days before the great storm which was
so soon to sweep over our land, shattering our
idols, dissipating our bright dreams, and chang
ing the whole alter-currents of our lives.
The momentous news was but three days old
when the offer of our services was accepted, and
within a short space we were on our way to the
scene of the impending strife.
Well do I remember when we left our native
village. It was in the merry springtime, just as
the tender buds and early flowers began to show
themselves. The air was heavy with fragrance
and the pink and snowy blossoms of plum, peach,
and apple trees ah, I can see them, smell them
even now, it seems, as I write. Our company,
nearly one hundred men, marched down the street
to stirring music and beneath waving banners ;
i but, now that the hour of departure had arrived,
j the lively strains could not altogether quiet our
hearts, which were made tender and sore at
thought of the loved ones we were leaving behind.
We left her, our gentle, gray-haired, widowed
mother standing at the gate oh, so sad, and pale,
and tearful !
Down to the fields of destiny Ave went, the
youngest among a thousand who were our com
rades. We were only seventeen ; and yet, we felt
In camp and on the lonely picket post, and on
the field of battle we were ever side by side. We
shared each others blankets and each other's food.
War did not change the temper of our twin hearts,
except to weld them into a closer union.
On that sad, fateful day when death's messen
ger came to him, we were breasting the leaden
and iron storm together. I saw him fall, and
bending above him as he lay prone on the ground,
dyeing the scanty herbage with his blood, listened
to his faintly whispered words his last on earth.
I did not heed the roar of battle surging about
me nor the deadly missiles hurtling through the
air, I only thought of him, and how one moth
er's heart would bleed and bleed by and by ; but
when I saw the light go out from those kindly
eyes, and knew that for him eternity had opened
up its great secrets, my own heart seemed cleft
It was October then, and the foliage of the trees
was crimson, like his blood. In October, the fruit
is ready to be garnered ; and, though young in
years, his spirit was ripe and ready for the hus
bandman. Ah, Tom, dear Tom ! Friend of my early days,
how much I missed thee then how much I miss
thee now God only knows. Thine was a loyal
heart ; loyal alike to friendship, country, truth,
and God loyal to love. Spirits such as thine
are rarely met with in this world of ours, and I
miss thy kindly presence, thy frank, winning
ways, and thine unswerving fealty to all things
good and pure. The accumulated dust of years
has not effaced, nor can it ever hide thy memory
from my heart ; and I hope, sometime, when the
Good Master calls, to find thee waiting for me as
I reach the other shore of the sea which now lies
between us, and to feel once more the warm pres
sure of a hand that never did me wrong ; and, if
such things may be, I hope, over yonder, to look
once more into thine eyes and hear again thy
well-remembered voice just as I used to look and
listen when thou wert here upon the earth.
The curling clouds of vapor have disappeared
my pipe is no longer alight but memory's
magic volume yet lies open before me, its pages
half unread. I turn leaf after leaf, and find, as
many others have before me, that man may will,
but a Greater than he disposes the results. I find
that since 1 built my fairy castles in the air so
long ago, I have battled, but not always for the
right against the wrong ; that I have had con
flicts in behalf of the weak against the strong,
and often been overcome with sore defeat. I
have wearied in well doing, and, as with others,
so with myself, the world has too often proved
to be the victor.
Dear ones have perished by the way, the record
tells me, and others have drifted from my side
and left me to float on upon the sea of life with
out their cheering presence. But one remains
my chosen one my bride. She is bending over
me even as I write. Side by side we have walked
through the years together side by side we have
sailed in sunshine and in storm; and I pray that,
if it be possible, it may be granted us, when our
wearied hearts cease to throb with the pleasures
and the pains, the joys and the sorrows of life,
together to slip our moorings, and, each by the
other's side, go sailing out over the heaving tide
to explore the mysteries of that unknown sea
whose farthest boundary is eternity. There are
dear loved features, sweet baby faces waiting for
us somewhere 0, that we may find them, by
and by. Grip.
THE STARS AND STRIPES AT NASHVILLE.
The first Union flag hoisted over a captured
Confederate Capitol by Union troops, is the one
carried by the Sixth Ohio at the capture of
Nashville, Tenn., by General Nelson's Division,
February 25, 18G2. As soon as the regiment had
disembarked from the steamer Diana, General
Nelson placed himself at the head of it, and
marched direct to the State-house, and in a short
time both flags of the Sixth floated from the Cap
itol. This one is held by the surviving members
of the regiment as a sacred relic, and is now only
used to be placed on the colfin of a deceased com
rade at his burial.
The world estimates men by their success in
life, and by general consent success is evidence
Speaking of theoretical farming, Josh Billings
says that he once knew a man who wouldn't even
set a gate post without having the ground ana
lyzed to see if it possessed the proper ingredients
for post holes.
All are not hunters that blow the horn.
AT FREDERICKSBURG continued from 3d page.
any one moved among the mass of bleeding men
it was the signal for the rifle balls to whistle
around. Few of us expected to live until night,
and but few did. Keeping very quiet, hugging
the ground closely, we talked together in low
tones. The bullets kept whistling and dropping,
and every few moments some one would cease
talking, never to speak again. How quietly they
passed away from the crimson field to eternity,
their last gaze on their waving flag, the last
sound to reach their ears the volleys of musketry
and their comrades' cheers.
What a cosmopolitan crowd these dead and
wounded were Americans from the Atlantic
Coast and the Pacific States, from the prairies,
from the great valleys of the Mississippi and the
Ohio ; Irishmen from the banks of the Shannon,
and Germans from the Ehine and the blue Dan
ube; Frenchmen from the Seine, and Italians
from the classic Tiber, mingled their blood and
went down in death together, that our cause and
the Union might live. Every little Avhile we
could see other columns emerge from the city,
deploy upon the plain, march forward, but never
get so far as the brick house. The appearance of
these troops would draw the fire of the batteries
on the hills above us, and hundreds of deadly
projectiles would go screaming over us, and we
could see them bursting in the midst of our
friends. Evening came at last; the sun went
down behind the terrible heights, find Ave anx
iously Avatched the shadoAVS lengthen and steal
across the field of blood, creeping slowly over the
plain, through the houses of the city in the shade,
then up the church toAver until the only object
that reflects the rays was the cross of burnished
gold, Avhich sparkled a moment against the pur
ple sky, and then twilight Avas upon us and
deepened until it Avas difficult to discern objects.
We thought the battle ended, when through the
darkness loomed up the diA'isions of Hooker.
Nobly they came to the Avork, Avith empty mus
kets and orders to carry the position Avith the
bayonet. The dark mass passed the brick house
and almost to the point that Hancock had
reached. They had come up through the gloam
ing unseen and surged against the base of
Again the hills flashed fire, shook, rocked,
roared, and belched forth more tons of iron on
the red plain, more minutes of useless carnage.
The sombre wave rolled back, the last and most
absurd attempt of the disastrous day had come to
naught and seventeen hundred more had been
added to the ponderous list of casualties. Clouds
OA-ershadowed the skies, and, guided by the lurid
fires still smouldering through the ebony dark
ness, the immense croAvd of wounded began erawl
ing, struggling, dragging themselA'es toAvards the
city, those avIio Avere slightly hurt assisting others
who were more seriously injured; those AA'ith
shattered limbs using muskets for crutches, many
fainting and falling by the Avay. And when in
the town how hard to find a spot to rest or a sur
geon to bind up the Avounds. More wounded than
the city had inhabitants, ever- public hall and
house filled to overfloAV, the porches of the resi
dences coArered Avith bleeding men, the surgeons
busy everywhere. In the lecture room of the
Episcopal church eight operating tables are in full
blast, the floor is densely packed with men AA'hose
limbs are crushed, fractured, and torn. Lying
there, in deep pools of blood, they Avait so Aery
patiently, almost cheerfully, their turn to be
treated; there is no grumbling, no screaming,
hardly a moan ; many of the badly hurt smile
and chat, and one, avIio has both legs shot off, is
cracking jokes Avith an officer who cannot laugh
at the humorous sallies, for his lower jaA is shot
The cases here are nearly all capital, and ampu
tation is nearly always resorted to. Hands and
feet, arms and legs are thrown under each table,
and the sickening piles groAv larger as the night
progresses. The delicate limbs of the drummer
boy fall along Avith the rough hand of the veteran
in years, but all, every one is so brave and cheer
ful. Towards morning the conversation flags:
many drop off to sleep before they can be at
tended to, and some of them never AArake again.
The only sound is the crunching of the surgeon's
saAvs and now and then the melancholy music of
a random shell dismally Availing overhead. FeAv
the prayers that are said, but I can yet hear the
soft A'oice of a boyish soldier as he is lifted on to
the table, his limbs a mass of quivering, lacerated
flesh, quietly say, " Oh my God, I offer all my
sufferings here in atonement for the sins by
which I have crucified Thee." Outside, the mem
bers of the Christian Commission are hard at Avork
relieving all Avithin reach, the stretcher-carriers
hurrying the wounded from the field; a few
priests and the chaplains Avere quietly moving
among the suffering thousands, shriving, giving
them comfort and soothing their dying hour.
Out on the railroad at Hamilton's lay the body
of the fearless commander of the Third brigade
of the Pennsylvania Reserves, General C. Fager
Jackson, and at the Bernard House, Avhere he
had been carried, died at midnight the youngest
general officer and one of the most beloved of
all that fell, General George D. Bayard, of the
cavalry. While conversing with some other
officers early in the day a shell struck the group,
passing through the overcoat of Captain H. G.
Gibson, destroying his sabre. It crushed General
Bayard's thighs and carried away a portion of
his abdomen. He lived fourteen hours after
being hit, and passed the time in quietly giving
directions and in dictating letters to his friends.
In one to Colonel Cullum he said:
"Give my love to General McClellan and say
my only regret is that I did not die under his
command." He Avas to have been married on the
following Wednesday. The bride awaited her
cavalier, who never came. Bayard, sans jmtr et
sans reproehe. The losses in some of the com
mands were unusually severe. The Eleventh
Pennsylvania Reserves lost six color bearers in
side of a feAv minutes, aud Company E of that
regiment had but three men left unhurt. Com
pany C, Twelfth Reserves, lost forty of the forty
nine present, and among the wounded was the
captain, H. S. Lucas.
But the most appalling loss was in the division
of General Hancock. Of the fiAe officers compos
ing his personal staft'threeAvereAvounded and four
horses were killed under them. The General liim
self was struck by a rifle ball but not seriously
hurt. Of the sixteen officers of the Sixty-ninth
NeA York every one was killed or wounded, and
the regiment lost seventy-five per cent, of the en
listed men, and left the field with its fourth com
mander, three having been disabled. The Fifth
New Hampshire lost seventeen out of twenty
three officers, and had five commanding officers
during the fight. The One Hundred-and-six-teenth
regiment Pennsylvania Volunteers had all
the field aud staff and many of the line officers
killed or Avounded, and was taken oft' the field by
the fourth officer in command during the fight.
The first color sergeant, William II. Tyrrell, held
up the flag until hit Avith fiAe rifle balls. The
Eighty-first Pennsylvania lost twelve out of six
teen officers and seventy-five per cent, of the en
listed men. The fourth commanding officer
brought the regiment oft' the field. The Fifty-scA-enth
NeAv York lost nine out of the eleven
officers present. The Sixty-sixth NeA York had
four commanders during the battle, the three first
having been killed or Avounded. Many other regi
ments of the division suffered almost as severely,
yet, notwithstanding the great loss, on the morn
ing of the folloAving day, Avhen ordered to support
the Ninth Corps, the command fell in, ready and
Avilling, and the contemplated assault Avith the
Ninth Corps, led by General Burnside in person
from Avhich he Avas happily dissuaded by Generals
Sumner and Hooker at the moment that all Avas
ready to make the attack Avas the last attempt
of the campaign.
The day of the 14th passed Avithout a reneAval
of the contest, but Avas made remarkable by an
episode very unusual on such occasions. The
flags of the regiments of the Irish brigade had
been torn to ribbons during the many contests
in which it had participated, and the citizens of
NeA York had procured others to present in
their place. The standards arrived during the
battle, and Avith them came a committee, avIio
brought a very generous supply of the good
things of earth Avherewith to celebrate the pre
sentation, and a banquet Avas determined upon.
A concert hall in one of the upper streets was
selected for the feast. Here the tables Avere
spread and decorations improvised. Imitations
were sent out. and at noon two or three hundred
officers assembled to do honor to the event and
toast the new banners. For two or three hours
the hall teemed Avith Avine and rang with Avit
and eloquence, and the flags were baptized amid
speeches by Couch, Hancock, Sturgis, Meagher,
and many other distinguished and gallant offi
cers. The enjoyment and festivities ran high,
the enthusiasm great, but the loud cheers drew
the fire of the Southern batteries, and the enemy,
envying, perhaps, the good time our friends were
having, sent their co mpliments in the shape of
shells; one of them, passing through the ceiling
of the room, knocked the plaster down among the
viands, and Avas suggestive of an early adjourn
ment; so the company separated Avith rather
unceremonious leaAe-taking not on account of
the shell, certainly not, but as some of the gen
tlemen remarked, it being Sunday they thought
it Avell to close the feast a little early that they
might attend Divine service. During the night
of this day and on Monday, the loth, the troops
lav on their arms waiting the next event. After
dark a rumor spread that the army Avas to moAe
to the left and strike the enemy again the follow
ing morning, but soon the columns began
marching over the river and through the storm
and gloom back to their camps. Shortly after
daylight on the 16th, the last regiment, the
Sixty-ninth Pennsylvania Volunteers, filed across
the pontoons. With sturdy Woavs the pontooners
severed on the city side the lashings of the bridge,
which SAVimg around with the current of the
stream, landing on the other shore. leaving to
the mercy of God and the enemy, the killed and
many of the wounded of our gallant army. The
battle Avas OAer; the result, a graveyard. Save
one regimental flag, no trophies of the fight Avere
ours. Yet the field was redolent with acts of
noble daring. No troops that marched on Marye's
Heights but equaled in the grandeur of their
bravery the gallant six hundred immortalized by
the poet laureate, while by this sacrifice, though
they did not gain a victory, they raised a monu
ment more enduring than marble or brass to the
valor and heroism of our timas and our people;
and in other ages, Avhen the memories of the con
test Avill have been melloAved by the lapse of
centuries, in the blood shed Avill be seen a holo
caust at the altar of freedom, in the smoke of the
battle SAveet incense at the shrine of human lib
erty. We failed so did Leonidas of Sparta, yet
what son of Hellas but shares even to this day in
the glory of old Thermopylae and what American,
even to the most remote period of the future, but
Avill share in the glories that cluster around the
plain of Fredericksburg. These fields, resplen
dent with the great deeds of our people, Avhere
the vendure and every blooming floAver is nur
tured and enriched by martyr blood, Avill ever be
hallowed places in our land, around which Avill
crystalize the warm, full gratitude of a nation
Words, at the touch of the poet, blossom into
poetry. Holm es.
A gilded frame makes a good picture in the
eyes of nearly all the world.
I wish it was customary to publish the causes
of marriage as it is of death. Ik Marvel.
Smiles are the language of love.
Self-respect has more self-reliance than self
assertion. Bound Table.
Old truths are ahvays neAv to us if they come
Avith the smell of Heaven upon them. John
The poetic instinct turns whatever it touches
into gold. Holland.
The essential guilt of suicide is unbelief de
spair of God's love and goodness .F. W. Bobcrfson.
Giants in the closets, are often but pigmies in
the Avorld. PI timer.
Jerky minds say bright, things on all possible
subjects, but their zigzags rock you to death
We are near waking when we dream that Ave
Providence is ahvays on the side of the strongest
battal ions. Xapoleon .
The discontented man finds no easv chair.
This Claim House Estab
lished in 1865!
GEORGE E. LEMON,
OFFICESjGlo Fifteenth St., (Citizens' National Baal,)
WASHINGTON, D. C.
P. O. Drawer 325.
If wounded, injured, or have contracted any disease,
however slight the disability, apply at once. Thousands
Widows, minor children, dependent mothers, fathers,
and minor brothers and sisters, in the order named, are
War of 1S12.
All surviving officers and soldiers of this war, whether
in the Military or Naval service of the United States, who
served fourteen (14) days; or, if in a battle or skirmish,
for a less period, and the widows of such who have not
remarried, are entitled to a pension of eight dollars a
month. Proof of loyalty is no longer required in these
Increase of Pensions.
Pension laws are more liberal now than formerly, and
many are now entitled to a higher rate than they receive.
From and after January, 1881, 1 shall make no charges
for my services in claims for increase of pension, where no
new disability is alleged, unless successful in procuring
Restoration to Pension Roll.
Pensioners who have been unjustly dropped from the
pension roll, or whose names have been stricken there
from by reason of failure to draw their pension for a pe
riod of three years, or by reason of re-enlistment, may
have their pensions renewed by corresponding with this
from one regiment or vessel and enlistment in another,
is not a bar to pension in cases where the wound, disease,
or injury was incurred while in the service of the TJnitea
States, and in the line of duty.
Survivors of all wars from 1790, to March 3, 1855, and
certain heirs are entitled to one hundred and sixty acres
of land, if not already received. Soldiers of the late war
Land warrants purchased for cash at the highest mar
ket rates, and assignments perfected.
Prisoners of War.
Ration money promptly collected.
Amounts due collected without unnecessary delay.
Such claims cannot be collected without the furlough.
Horses Lost in Service.
Claims of this character promptly attended to. Many
claims of this character have been erroneously rejected.
Correspondence in such cases is respectfully invited.
Bounty and Pay.
Collections promptly made.
Property taken by the Army in States
not in Insurrection.
Claims of this character will receive special attention,
provided they were filed before January 1,1880. If not
riled prior to that date they are barred by statute of limi
tation. Jn addition to the above we prosecute Military and
Naval claims of every description, procure Patents, Trade
Marks, Copyrights, attend to business before the General
Land Office and other Bureaus of the Interior Depart
ment, and all the Departments of the Government.
"We invite correspondence from all interested, assuring
them of the utmost promptitude, energy, and thorough
nets in all matters intrusted to our hands.
GEORGE E. LEMON.
As this may reach the hands of some persons unao
quainted with this House, we append hereto, as speci
mens of the testimonials in our possession, copies of let
ters from several gentlemen of Political and Military
distinction, and widely known throughout the United
Belvideke, IiAj., October SI, 1875.
I take great pleasure in recommending Captain Georgs
E. Lemon, now of Washington, D. C, to all persons who
may have claims to settle or other business to prosecute
belore the Departments at Washington. 1 know mm to
be thoroughly qualified, well acquainted with the laws,
and with Department rules in all matters growing out
of the late war, especially in the Paymaster's and Quar
termaster's Offices. I have had occasion to employ Mm
for friends of mine, also, in the soliciting of Patents, and
have found him very active, well-informed and success
ful. As a gallant officer during the war, and an hon
orable and successful practitioner, I recommend bin
strongly to all who mav need his services.
S. A. HTJRLBUT, M. C.
Fourth Congressional District, Illinois.
Late Major-Qeneral, U. S. Vols.
Citizens' National, Bank,
"Washington, D. C, January 17, 1879.
Captain George E. Lemon, attorney and agent for the
collection of war claims at Washington city is a thor
ough, able, and exceedingly well-informed man of busi
ness, of high character, and entirely responsible. I be
lieve that the interests of all having war claims requiring
adjustment cannot be confided to safer hands.
JNO. A. J. CRESWELL,
W. F. ROACH,
House of Representatives,
Washington, D. C, March, 1875.
From several years' acquaintance with Captain Georgx
E, Lemon of this city, 1 cheerfully commend him as a
gentleman of integrity and worth, and well qualified to
attend to the collection of Bounty and other claims
against the Government. His experience in that line
give him superior advantages.
W. P. SPRAGUE, M. C,
Fifteenth District of Ohio.
JAS. D. STRAW'BRIDGE, M. C,
Thirteenth District of Pennsylvania.
House ok Representatives,
Washington, D. C, March 1, 1878s.
We, the undersigned, having an acquaintance witb
Captain George E. Lemon for the past few years, and a
knowledge of the systematic manner in which he con
ducts his extensive business and of his reliability for fair
and honorable dealings connected therewith, cheerfully
commend him to claimants generally.
A. V. RICE, Chairman,
Committee on Invalid Pensions, House Heps.
W. F. SLEMONS, M. C,
Second District of Ark.
W. P. LYNDE, M. C.,
Fourth District of Wis.
R. W. TOWNSHEND, M. C,
Nineteenth District of III.
4" Any person desiring information as to my stand
ing and responsibility will, on request, be furnished with
a satisfactory reference in his vicinity or Congressional
The invention of an instrument by which a
continuous fabric is woven from threads. dates
back to the pre-historic period of history. On the
tombs of Thebes, and upon other remains of
Egyptian architecture, looms of a simple con
struction are still to be seen pictorially represent
ed, and the clothes which have been found upon
the mummies taken from the Egyptian tombs
show, from the fineness and regularity of their
texture, that the people had the art of doing
good weaving. Homer speaks of 'a rigured web.
Boston Commercial Bulletin.