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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 4, 1882.
IN WAR TIME,
""'Twas u terrible fight," the soldier said ;
41 Our colonel was one of the first to fall,
Shot dead on the field by a rifle-bnll
A braver heart than his never bled."
A group for the painter's art were they.
The soldier with scarred and sunburnt face,
A fair-haired girl, full of youth and grace,
And. her aged, mother, wrinkled and gray.
These three in porch, where the sunlight came
Through the tangled leaves of the jasmine-vine,
Spilling itself like a golden wine,
And flecking the doorway with ring's of flame.
The soldier had stopped t rest by the way,
For the air was sultry with summer-heat ;
The road was like ashes under the feet,
And a weary distance before him lay.
"" Yes, a terrible fight; our ensign was shot
As the order to cliarge was given the men,
"When one from the rank's seized our colors, and then
He, too, fell dead on the self-same spot.
"A handsome boy was this last : his hair
Clustered in curls round his noble brow;
I can almost fancy 1 3ee him now,
With the scarlet stain on his face so fair."
" What was his name? have you never heard?
Where Was he from iliia vnnt.li who toll ?
And your regiment, stranger, which was it? tell !
44 Our regiment? It was the Twenty-third."
The color fled from the young girl's cheek,
Leaving it white as the face of the dead ;
The mother lifted her eyes, and said :
44 Pity my daughter in mercy speak! '
44 1 never knew aught of this gallant youth,"
The soldier answered ; not even his name,
Or from what part of our State he came;
As God is above, I speak the truth !
"But when we buried our dead that night,
I took from his breast this picture seel
It is as like him as liko can be :
Hold it this way, toward the light."
One glance, and a look, half-sad, half-wild,
Passed over her face, wliich grew more pale, .
Then a passionate, hopeless, heart-broken wail,
And the mother bent low o'er the prostrate child.
BATTLE OF KERNSTOWN.
HOW JACKSON WAS BEATEN.
J. H. Simpson, (late Second Lieutenant Company G,
One Hundred and Twentieth Indiana Regiment,) in
It was the privilege of most of us who partici
pated in the battle of Kernstown to he engaged
in battles of greater magnitude, but I will ven
ture to say that none of those who bore the
brunt of the Kernstown fight in the final de
cisive struggle in the evening were ever under a
more deadly fire.
I had the honor to serve at that time in the
ranks of the Fourteenth regiment Indiana in
fantry a regiment which made a record on the
fields of Antietani and Gettysburg, and in Vir
ginia, from Cheat Mountain's summit, in 18G1,
to Cold Harbor, in June, 1864. The three years'
service of this regiment expired June 6, 1S64,
while at Cold Harbor, and on that day, being
much exposed in some advanced works, they
were compelled to wait until dark before they
could crawl back to be mustered out; and on
that last evening of three years7 arduous and
bloody service, when home and rest and safety
seemed now a certainty to the survivors, some
of these veterans boys in years, but old in
war received the death-lolt which had so often
before parsed them by. At Antietam (in Sum
ner's Corps) our brigade, commanded by our
colonel, the brave Nathan Kimball, received the
name of the "Gibraltar Brigade." The list of
the dead and wounded of this regiment and
brigade on that day speaks more eloquently than
words of their work. At Fredericksburg, still
commanded by the gallant Kimball (afterwards
a general), the "Gibraltar Brigade" led the
assault upon Marye's Heights. How far it went
and what it cost is a matter of history. After
the battle some of the Fourteenth Indiana dead
were found at the foot of the confederate works
on the heights. At Chancellors ville, commanded
by Carroll ("Old Bricktop"), this same brigade,
just after the route of the Eleventh Corps,
charged and drove back a full half mile a large
section of the enemy's mainline. Through lack
of support they were forced to fall back, but
who can estimate the value of this check of the
enemy at such a time? At Gettysburg it fell
to the Fourteenth to retake one of our batteries.
It was promptly done, but at the usual cost. In
May, 1864, when General Grant crossed the
Rapidan, the Fourteenth -Indiana was in Han
cock's Corps. At Spottsylvania, at that " Bloody
Angle," on May 12, -two-thirds of the little band
were killed and wounded, and among the killed
was Colonel Coons, formerly captain of our Com
pany G. All the way down to Cold Harbor
there are many spots made sacred by the blood
of the Fourteenth's men.
To return to Kernstown, and March 23, 1862,
the day Shields' Division fought Stonewall
The day of the battle was as fair as a March
day can sometimes be. The buds were swelling,
the robins had returned, and winter had appar
ently given spring full sway. The sun shone
clearly, while a delicate haze covered hill and
valley and softened the distant mountains, until
they seemed to our young eyes the golden and
purple hills of delight. Around us upon the
hillsides and in the valleys were fertile fields
carpeted with the rich green of wheat, like well
kept lawns between the park-like woodland pas
tures. No fairer spot in all our beautiful land
did the sun smile down upon that lovely Sunday
morning. This quiet, so fitting for the day, was
soon to be broken by the roll of musketry and
the thunder of cannon. The field and pastures
were to be trampled into ruin and reddened with
blood, and the lovely landscape was to be covered
by the canopy of battle.
Jackson attacked us about ten or half-past ten
in the morning. Our lines crossed the pike just
in the edge of Kernstown, which lay in front of
us. To the left of the pike our lines extended
probably a quarter of a mile; to the right of the
pike it stretched out for half a mile in a large
field. Just to our right of the road was a high
hill, sloping down to the front, the centre and
key of our position. All along our front, except
ing the village, and on our extreme right was an
open field, more or less rolling, which was
bounded nearly a half mile to our front by a large
open woods occupied by the enemy. There was
some sharp fighting in the village and out-lots,
artillery duels and skirmishing all along the
line, and I remember seeing at "our end" of the
town two of our brass guns firing up the street
or pike which forms the one main street of the
village. All this was only preliminary to the
real battle which was fought late in the day on
our extreme right.
Our regiment first took position just on the left
of the turnpike in a little field close up to the
town. While there we witnessed some nice sharp
shooting at a clump of the enemy's officers by
some men from a Massachusetts company of
sharpshooters. To keep in line Ave fell back per
haps three hundred yards into a wood. About 1
p. m. we moved to the right of the road to sup
port our battery upon the hill in the centre, which
commanded the whole line. No apparent advan
tage had been gained by either side up to about
4 p. m., when Jackson attempted to turn our
right. Our line was too extended for our little
force, but owing to the positon that could not be
avoided. The pressure on our right soon told,
and detachment after detachment of Union troops
crossed tne large field to strengthen our line, while
through the open woods in front of us could be
seen glimpses of gray lines of the enemy hasten
ing in the same direction. The musketry on our
right had become heavy and continuous, which,
with the deep basso profundo of the cannon, was
grandly awful and fitting music for the terrible
drama then upon the stage. Our forces appeared
to suffer greatly. Our lines wavered in places,
and needed continued strengt hening. The streams
of wounded men who were able to walk to the
rear soon reached across the large field. The con
testing lines at that point were so close that it
was impossible for either side to use artillery.
An aid-de-camp dashed up the hill to us, and our
regiment, apparently the last support of our bat
tery, was ordered in. It was scarcely half a
mile to the roaring maelstrom which seemed to
swallow all who disappeared in the smoke. "With
just one thought of home and the shortest prayer,
we left the battery and c ossed the field at a
double-quick, entered a narrow wood in a little
valley, came to a front and advanced.
We were to take the place of a gallant Penn
sylvania regiment, the Eighty-seventh, I believe,
which had been literally cut to pieces. The
little wood pasture was filled with the wounded
of the Eighty-seventh Pennsylvania and Fifth
Ohio, who had been able to crawl down from
their line on the hill beyond the woods. The
bullets rattled like hail in the tree-tops, but in
this depression only a few were hurt by glancing
balls from limbs above. As we advanced rabbits
sprang up and away, and Tom Thompson ("Old
Bustinbinder"), threw a stick at some of them.
A dog flew across our front, but ie was not after
the rabbits, for he carried his tail between his
legs. From habit we noticed these little inci
dents as we went into that awful place, but we
may not recall them for days or months or even
years afterwards. Quickly out of the little
wood, we crossed a rail fence. Twenty yards to
the top of a hill, in a little field, we came into
position upon the left of the Fifth Ohio infantry,
a brave regiment that lost five color-bearers
killed at that spot. A few men of the Pennsyl
vania regiment still clung to their old line on the
hill. As we appeared over the brow of the hill
a perfect blizzard met us. The very air seemed
to grow heavy with bullets, which, striking our
men, sounded like the dusting of carpets with
rods. We scented what I have never seen in print
or heard mentioned the peculiar odor of lead in
violent friction. In front of us. across a little
level field, but sixty or seventy-five yards distant,
stood a substantial stone wall, from behind
which Jackson's men were coolly shooting us
down. Just back of the wall was a rather
abrupt hill, upon the brow of which stood a
second line of the enemy also pouring a mur
derous fire into our ranks. It was a perfect
storm of concentrated fire. Already one of our
regiments had melted away like snow under the
sun. Dead men, with horses here and there,
were thick along the line, and I remember think
ing as we stood there that this little field came
nearer filling my boyish ideas of a battle-field
than I ever dreamed of seeing.
I come now to the man whom I considered the
hero of that battle if I may make a distinction
the gallant old Paul Truckee, private of Com
pany G of the Fourteenth Indiana. As we stood
in the withering blast and fired and loaded once
we had time to think and one reasons like a
flash at such moments that one brave regiment
had failed after a great loss. Our fire effected
but little, while that of the enemy was so deadly
that in less than five minutes we should be in
the condition of the regiment whose place we had
just taken. We felt that it was a waste of life to
stand there ; that brave men could fall back from
such a place without dishonor. We had not been
in the roaring place more than a third of a min
ute just time to fire and load once but it was
long enough to lose sixty-five men. We must go
forward or back. Just at the critical moment out
sprang Paul Truckee' in front of our line. Wav
ing his gun over his head and shouting, " Come
on , boys ! " he dashed at the stone walL It was
not much to say, and but few could hear him, but
his action was an inspiration. Our regiment
charged as one man and the stone wall and the
hill beyond was ours almost before the enemy
knew what was the matter. Just at this point
the writer was winged, and to follow what seemed
a prevailing fashion he grabbed his right arm and
carried it off the field. On the top of the hill
where the second line of the enemy had been we
realized how timely was the charge, for we met
a large fresh force of the enemy coming up the
slope. Had our charge been delayed two min
utes we must have failed and been compelled to
give up that position; and who can say where
the disaster would have ended? As it was we
held the enemy in check until the Thirteenth
Indiana came on our left and poured in a full
volley. Another charge and Jackson's right
the greater pertion of his army was om the full
run. Several hundred prisoners and two brass
guns the guns were captured from the Union
forces at Bull Run the year before were taken
by us in this charge. Only a rapid retreat in the
darkness fast hiding the land saved Jackson's
army from a most disastrous rout.
A few days after the battle I read what pur
ported to be Jackson's official report of the en
gagement, copied from a Richmond paper. Ac
cording to this report he, with an inferior force,
attacked us, who largely outnumbered him. He
fought us until 4 p. m., when the Union forces
retreated to Winchester, Avhile he slowly fell back
toward Strasburg. How much this report was
"doctored" in Richmond before it was permitted
to go to the public may never be known, but
surely Jackson, an earnest Christian and truthful
gentleman, never wrote such a report. The truth
is that Jackson, through the numerous spies in
Winchester, learned without a doubt that all of
our troops had been withdrawn some distance
from that place, excepting what was known as
Shields's division, which Jackson was confident
he could overpower with his superior force. Be
tween 4 and 5 o'clock p. m. began the most des
perate struggle of the day, the real battle, which
lasted until dark and ended with the retreat of
the enemy in disorder. Besides the two guns
nearly a thousand prisoners were taken. Only
Shields's division was engaged or present. Gen
eral Shields, while sitting on his horse in front of
our regiment the day before (Saturday, 22), was
wounded by a shell which confined the veteran
to his room in Winchester, three miles back from
Kernstown, on the day of the battle. Our colonel,
Nathan Kimball, commanded on the field, and to
him as commander belongs the credit of the vic
tory. Let Paul Truckee have his rightful title
of the hero of the battle of Kernstown, where,
fighting against odds, we whipped Stonewall
Jackson in a fair stand-up field fight, and did
it, too, after a material advantage had been ob
tained over us on the right. Paul Truckee is a
descendant of the old French voyageurs who first
settled Post Vincent, now Vincennes, Indiana.
A slim, lithe Frenchman, he was somewhere near
fifty-two years of age at the time of that battle,
and is now, of course, about seventy-two years
old, but barring a leg which he lost at Antietam,
he is apparently as strong and active as ever.
EXPULSION OF SENATOR J, D BRIGHT,
The Ohio Statesman of February 7, 1862, thus
chronicles an exciting incident in the history of
the United States Senate :
'The scene at the close of the expulsion of
Senator Bright was dramatic. There was des
perate decisiveness in the No ! with which Bay
ard answered to his name. When Carlisle, of
Yirginia, (West Virginia,) voted no, the flutter
was significant and loud. He had been counted
only among the doubtful. The Californian, Mc
Dougal, and Mr. Simmons, were at first absent,
but not a moment too soon came in, and thirty
two votes decided the law that in the American
Senate hereafter no traitor shall have a seat.
When the result was announced, the gallery
burst into applause, but was checked instantly.
Bright then bundled up the portable property in
his desk, turned his back upen the court which
had tried him, went to Secretary Forney's room,
drew pay to the last cent, and with a defiant
stride passed into the Public Land Committee
room, where his wife awaited him. In her pres
ence the actor's costume fell, the ruined politician
sat down, and, haggard and crushed, contemplat
ed the wreck he had made of his fortunes."
The principal charge against Bright was based
upon the following letter written by him :
" Washington, March 1, 1861.
"My Dear Sir: Allow me to introduce to
your acquaintance, my friend Thomas B. Lincoln,
of Texas. He visits your capital mainly to dis
pose of what he regards a great improvement in
fire-arms. I recommend him to your favorable
consideration as a gentleman of the first respect
ability, and reliable in every respect.
"Very truly, yours,
"Jesse D. Bright.
"To His Excellency Jefferson Davis,
" President of the Confederate States." Ed.
NOT TO BE OUTDONE.
Some old stories will bear repeating, and the
one that follows, which found its way into print
during the first year of the war, is good enough
to be again placed before the public : One of the
many zealous chaplains of the Army of the Poto
mac called on a colonel noted for his profanity,
in order to talk about the religious interests of
his men. He was politely received, and motioned
to a seat on a chest.
"Colonel," said he, "you have one of the finest
regiments in the army."
" I think so," replied the colonel.
"Do you think you pay sufficient attention to
the religious instruction of your men?"
" Well, I don't know," replied the colonel.
"A lively interest has been awakened in the
regiment ; the Lord has blessed the labors
of his servants, and ten men have been already
baptized," said the preacher.
Now the organization mentioned by the good
man happened to be a rival regiment, and the
colonel, as soon as he heard the statement, turned
to the chaplain, and in an earnest voice, asked,
"Is that so, 'pon honor?"
The reply was in the affirmative. Immediate
ly the colonel called out to an orderly, standing
near, "Sergeant, have fifteen men detailed imme
diately to be baptized. I'll be d d if I'll be out
done in any respect."
The chaplain, hearing this command, speedily
It is said that in December, 1861, Mrs. Sarah
Larrabee, then residing in Rockville, Mass., had
four sons, seventeen grandsons, and one great
giandson in the Union army.
The Logan Guards, of Lewistown, Pennsylva
nia, commanded by Captain John B. Selheimer,
claim to have been the first organization respond
ing to President Lincoln's first call for troops
from that State.
They reported at Harrisburg 100 strong about
six o'clock on the morning of April 17, 1861, and
left for Washington on the morning of the 18th.
In 1862 a letter bearing the following super
scription passed through the Louisville (Ky .) post
office: " Feds and coufeds, let this go free
Down to Nashville, Tennessee ;
This three-cent stamp will pay the cost
Until you find Sophia Yost.
Postmasters North, or even South,
May open it and find the truth ;
I merely say my wife's got well.
And has,a baby cross as you know."
Leirtisville Journat, December 24.
For The National Tribune.
"IT HELD THE FLAG."
We had lain for four days and nights upon the
battle field, almost side by side. He was a
stranger to me although, from the letters upon
his cap, I learned that he belonged to a regiment
from my own State New York. We were both
badly wounded; his injuries consisting of a
terribly mangled arm and a bullet in the chest,
while mine resulted from a minie ball through
the neck and the effects of a fragment of shell
which had struck me on the hip. We were
inside the enemy's lines, where our comrades had
left us when forced to retreat, and upon every
side lay others, scores upon scores of them, yes,
hundreds dead, and more than a thousand wound
ed, who, like ourselves, had fallen in the mad
attempt to achieve an impossibility the capture
of an impregnable position from the foe.
We were weak, and faint, and sore. To the
intense physical pain, caused by our cruel hurts,
were added the torments of hunger and thirst.
For more than seventy-two hours we had been
without food and water; and all the while, by
day, the hot August sun had been glaring down
upon us, and at night occasional showers had
drenched and cooled us outwardly, but failed to
quench the inward fever, which was consuming
our vitals. There were nearly eighteen hundred
dead and wounded men lying within the space
of half a, dozen acres, surrounded by a cordon of
guards. We were prisoners of war.
On the fourth day we were taken a mile or so
to where, in a large orchard, our surgeons, under
flag of truce, had established a field hospital.
There two or three small crackers, of about the
circumference of a silver quarter, and a teaspoon
ful of brandy apiece (supplies were scanty and
we could get no more) were given us. I sat
upon the ground with my back against an apple
tree, waiting for the end to come, while my
friend lay in the shade, a few feet distant, his
eyes closed and so motionless that I almost feared
the removal had resulted in releasing him from
all further suffering.
But my fears were groundless. In the course
of an hour a surgeon bent over him, examined
his injuries, and had him conveyed to the operat
ing table, which had been improvised from a
door torn from a mansion close by. As they
began cutting away the sleeve of his blouse he
aroused, and, looking in the surgeon's face,
asked, "Doctor, must I lose my arm ?"
On being answered in the affirmative he mur
mured "Oh, my poor arm! " and from my posi
tion I could see his jaws clench as he braced him
self for what he knew was coming. I have seen
many surgical operations performed, but never
in all my life witnessed one borne with more
fortitude than was that which followed. It was
soon over. The stump was bandaged, a little
stimulant was administered to the hero for he
was a hero of which the whole country might
be proud and then skillful hands began to lay
bare the breast where an ugly wound appeared.
"Doctor," said he, "let me see my hand, will
you, please ? It held the flag when I was shot.'"
One of the assistants reached under the table
and brought it out from among the fragments
of limbs which had accumulated there. The
poor fellow took it in his remaining palm and
held it where he could see it. For several seconds
his eyes were riveted upon it, and the mournful
earnestness of his gaze I can never forget. It
was like that we see fixed upon the faces of men
or women bidding farewell forever to the object
of their dearest love. Presently he spoke:
" Good-bye, old fellow ! " he said, as if address
ing the shattered member, a gleam of honest
pride lighting up his pale features ; " Good-bye,
you've been a faithful friend to me and to the
Flag. My good right hand! God knows you
never did a wrong to any man ! Good-bye!" And
he placed the mangled, swollen, powder-stained
and discolored part of himself to his lips and
kissed it, and gave it back to the surgeon, whose
eyes showed a strange moisture, for them, as he
replaced it upon the earth.
Before I was removed from the field this un
named martyr to the cause of right entered into
his eternal rest, and with his life went out a
brave, true spirit, worthy of Him who gave it,
and of a Nation's remembrance and veneration.
He was only a common soldier, but none the
less a nobleman of earth.
Judged from my brief acquaintance, he was
one of those of whom it might be truthfully
said over his remains :
"His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man ! "
WHERE THEY COME FROM,
The Veteran Soldiers' Home Association of
California has recently been inquiring into the
States represented by resident ex-soldiers who
participated in the late wars, and it appears that
out of 1,485 men taken at random from among
those now living who served the Union but 213
of them entered the service from California. New
York has 207 representatives, Pennsylvania 91,
Massachusetts 87, Maine 53, Missouri 95, Ohio
94, Connecticut 18, Indiana 59, Nevada 10, Mary
land 26, New Jersey 18, Kentucky 10, Illinois
146, Michigan 66, Minnesota 26, New .Hampshire
17, Washington Territory 5, Kansas 18, Iowa 73,
Texas 8, Alabama 6, Oregon 10, Wisconsin 58,
Virginia 14, Tennessee 13, Arkansas 10, Georgia
4 Vermont 8, Louisiana 8, New Mexico 1, Rhode
Island 6, Colorado 4, Nebraska 1.
In view of such a showing Congress ought not
to hesitate in making a generous appropriation to
aid in carrying out the good work already so
successfully inaugurated by the noble-hearted
men of the Pacific coast ; nor ought the several
States having representatives from among their
soldiery in California to remain uninterested
Each should contribute to the fund being rais
ed, so that their sons, sharing in the benefits of
the Home to be built, may feel that they are not
altogether dependent upon the munificence of
others for their support and the comforts by which
they are surrounded.
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According to report, J. M. Learned, of Ox
fbrdville, New Hampshire, had three twins serv
ing the United States during the rebellion, two
of them twenty-three years old, in the Fourteenth
Massachusetts, and the third, whos mate was a
girl, nineteen years of age, in the Fifth New
THE GERMAN-FRANCO WAR.
The concluding volume of the work, "The
Franco-German War of 1S70-71, by the Staff of
the German Army," has just been published.
Nine years have passed since the appearance of
the first volume. The new volume contains sta
tistics from which it appears the German army
lost during the war 6,247 officers and 123,453
men. Of this number 40,018 fell either before
the enemy or died of their wounds or of illness ;
the rest were wounded. The whole forces of the
German army during the war amounted to 44,
420 officers, and 1,451,944 men, of whom 33,101
officers and 1,143,254 men took part in the cam
paign. Within seven months 290,000 persons
were nursed in the field hospitals, and 812,021
patients received in the reserve hospitals. The
number of letters forwarded by the field post
amounted to 101,267,500.
HER TONGUE DID IT.
The following incident is related of General
Don Carlos Buell:
Shortly after his occupation of Nashville he
was driving through one of the streets when an
aristocratic female, living in a fine, large house,
came to an open door or window, waved a rebel
flag toward him and cried, "Hurrah for Jeff
Davis and the Southern Confederacy!'' The
General reined in his horse, turned toward the
woman, touched his hat with all the courtesy
and suavity for which he is noted, and, survey
ing the elegant mansion from top to bottom with
an eye of a connoisseur, quietly remarked, "An
excellent house for a hospital." In less than
two hours every room was full of sick soldiers;
and the woman of the dwelling was thus taught
the old lesson concerning the improper use of
that unruly member the tongue.
A prominent Republican Senator was speak
ing of Seward the other evening and his eminent
fitness for the part he played during the late
"In 1869, while on his trip round the world,'
said the Senator, "Mr. Seward stopped for a
week at San Francisco. The night previous to
his departure it was my large privilege to be one
of the invited guests at a dinner-party given in
his honor. It was a felicitous occasion. To my
mind, the champagne corks had never popped so
merrily ; reminiscences of army life were resur
rected, bon mets were freely exchanged, and an
air of genuine enthusiasm pervaded the entire
"Finally Mr. Seward spoke : ' I'll tell you,' said
he, 'a chapter of unwritten history that will
show you how narrowly on one occasion we
avoided complications with France and England.
" 'It was at the most critical period of the civil
war ; our troops beaten and driven back at every
point; the army of the Potomac rent with jeal
ousies and disaffection ; traitors in the rear fur
nishing encouragement and assistance to their
friends in the field. A feeling of gloom seemed
to have settled over the whole land. We at
Washington were sending out messages of good
cheer to the country, but it was with a heavy
heart and an affectation of confidence we were far
"'One day I received an autograph letter from
Louis Napoleon. He began by stating his per
sonal regard for me, and his kind remembrances
of America. But, he went on to say, his mills
and factories were standing idle. His peasantry,
the most thrifty in the ivorldr were suffering for
want of employment, owing to the blockade of
the Southern ports. He concluded by saying,
that if the war had not ceased, at least, practically,
within ninety days, he should consider it his
duty to interfere, and recognize the belligerency
of the South. This act, he contended, would be
followad by a similar move on the part of Eng
land, and possibly Germany.
" ' I answered the letter at once. I spent no time
in flattering the Emperor of France, or in finding
excuses for the North. Plunging boldly into the
subject, I told him that this was a family quarrel ;
that the good sense of the South was against
secession, but that it had been overruled by
unscrupulous leaders, backed by the hot blood of
their young men and the pernicious influence of
the doctrine of State rights.
" ' We of the North,' I continued, ' are somewhat
divided as to the methods that were to be em
ployed in settling the bloody question, but once
a foreign power interferes and we become as one
man, with one common interest, in a moment.
The history of the past century has emblazoned
on its pages, in letters of living fire, the valor and
patriotism of the American freeman. Beware
how you rouse us to action, else it may be worse
for both England and France than you wot of.'
" ' Thus far, we have conducted the struggle in
the most humane and considerate manner, recog
nizing our enemies as gallant sons of one great
family ; but let a foreign power interfere and we
will turn loose the dogs of war with a fierceness
that will not only depopulate but devastate every
portion of the South from the Ohio to the Gulf.
There was more in the same strain, added Mr.
Seward, ' but what I have repeated embody the
"'The next day I telegraphed for Henry Ward
Beecher, Archbishop Hughes, and Thurlow Weed.
The conference resulted in sending them all to
Europe. Mr. Beecher went to Protestant Eng
land ; the grand old prelate to Catholic France ;
and Mr. Weed to Germany. Speaking daily to
crowded houses, they placed our situation before
the people of those eountries in so clear and
favorable a light, that never again did the ghost
of foreign interference arise to fright our souls.'
Mr. Seward sailed for Mexico the following
morning, and I have never seen him since, but
the remembrance of his impassioned speech will
remain fresh in my memory should I live an
Luther Holden was born at Jeffrey, N. H.,
January 9, 1782, and celebrated his 100th birth
day in good health and spirits at South Walling
ford, Vt. Last fall he husked 50 bushels of corn,
and handled 30 cords of wood. He has been
married twice, and has over 70 living descend
ants, including some great-grand-children. His
mother lived 100 years, and his brother at Mount
Holly is 94 years old. . v