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Poetry for the Hour.
Poetry for the Hour. OCTOBER-MARCH.
8 ii the maple, decked In red,
Zouave-Uke erect its head ;
And tha feathered golden rod.
Martial by the road fence nod ;
And the gurtot's blood-ripe stem
Crowned with purple diadem,
Redden with a battle gloom
In the ripple of the stream ;
While the voices of the boughs
Whisper low u arouse, arousa!
Out of the wood
Era Winter's flood
Torus earth to mud !
In (ha crisp October air
Sounds a fer-off mystic blare,
As of bugles deftly played
To some trooping cavalcade-
The eock-grouse to his paramour
Appeals with sonorous tambour.
And the fierce thorn-apple from its stalk
Seems ripe of bloody spurs to talk,
As from tha red oak and the larch .
A myriad voice cries " Forward, march ;"
The fleeting sound
O'er the sky of blood
Bodes the storm aud the lood I"
Our Story-Teller. AUNT MIRIAM'S ADVENTURES.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.
Evening had closed darkly round the little
brown farm-house in the hollow ; gray No
vember night-fall and the wild Niagara, of
crimson sunset fire had poured its flaming
tides long since into the great unseen chalice
of splendor that lies hidden somewhere be
yond the western horizon line the monu
mental urn where untombed alikej the days
crowned with rosea, and those baptised in
tears. There was no sound without, save
the branches of the huge sycamore tree chaf
ing uneasily against the moss-enameled roof,
and the plaining wind among the brown and
scarlet drifts of leaves thut carpeted every
dingle of the woods. Within, the red bricks
of die hearth had been- swept until they
shone as if carved in coral, and the many
tongues of flame danced and crackled among
the gigantic logs like a band of elfm sprites.
The cricket that harbored somewhere in the
chimney corner had commenced his vesper-,
aud Aunt Miriam Fenner's brisk knitting
needles shone and glanced iu the fire-light as
she sat there in an old-fkshion cap-border and
spectacles, looking almott as pretty so Uncle
Peter thought as she used to look in the
slays when he came sparking, and was -want
to contemplate the evolutions of her gleam
ing needles while he considered what it was
best to say next I-
Nobody wou'i! Lave eurpected Peter of
any such romantic meditation, as be sat there
sorting out seed corn and packages of blue
beans on his round table, and labeling them
with portentous deliberation ! So little do we
know what is passing in one another's minds I
There was a third person, sitting in the red
hearth glow, however; a young man of about
twenty-four years of age, with dark brown
hair and eyes to correspond, who amused
himself by tantalizing Aunt Miriam's kitten
with the good old lady's ball of yarn the
animal, like all the rest of her sex, becoming
more and mors anxious for the wooly sphere
the higher it was held !
So you've really made op your mind to
get married, James do stop teasing that kit
ten I" said the' old lady, with a constrained
" Yes, Aunt Miriam ; it isn't good for man
to be alone, you know."
There was a silence again. James Aroett
weund and unwound his yarn very unneces
sarily; Undo Peter eyed his seed-peas thought
fully, and Mrs. Fenner knit energetically on,
with pursed-up lips and a scarcely peroeptible
shrug of the shoulders.
" Aunt Miriam, I wish you could see Milli
cent," said the young man at length.
" I can't say I have any desire to see your
city young ladies, James," said Aunt Miriam,
coldly ; they're too fine spun for an old wo
' man like me. 'White hands and piano playin'
may be very grand I dare say it is but it
don't suit my taste."
"But, Aunty, I am lure you would like
Come now, do be reasonable, and go
over to Squire. Brownell's with me to-night;
she is spending a week at her grandfather's,
and she would be so muchgraQGed to see
you r- ; - : ......
Thank you, I ain't curious on the subject,"
responded Aunf Miriam,' primly. " Only I
heerd that Miss Brownell had a bad stroke
of rheumatiz, and I don't see how she gets
along to wait on her new-fangled grand-darter
" I can't understand why you are so pre
judiced against poor Millicent, Aunt Miriam,"
said the young man, uneasily. . " I won't
disguise frosn you that it makes me very un
happy to think of marrying without the ap
proval of one who has been a mother to me ;
"And yet you're determined to go your
gait : that's the plain English of it, Jarae,"
said Aunt Miriam. " Well, I s'pose you can
do without my consent ; you'll never get it,
anyhow I" And she poked the Ere vigorous
ly as the old clock began to strike.
" Seven o'clock I" ejaculated James, start
ing up, " and I promised to be at the Post
office by this time. There's to be a meeting
about the minister's Thanksgiving donation
party, you know, Uncle Peter 1 Bless me, I
didn't imagine how late it was."
And, with a gay parting nod to his aunt,
"There ha goes as good a boy as ever
lived." said Uncle Peter ; " but I miess afore
the evenin' comes to an end, he'll contrive to
get round to Squire Brownell's Miriam, you
may as well say yes to that affair, at once ;
he's determined to marry the gal, rings and
city fashions aud alL
" I wish we'd never sent him to college in
New' York," sighed Mrs. Fenner; " then he
would not have come across this city sweet
heart." " Then he'd ha' come across somebody else;
so it's as broad as it is long," remarked Uncle
" Yes, but it might have been a smart stir
ring gal who knew how to keep house, not a
useless toy, good for nothin' but te hang gay
clolhes on. I tell you, Peter, Icau't approve
of it, no how."
Uncle Peter whistled " Hark, from the
tombs a doleful sound." and returned once
mere to the contemplation, of his melon seeds
and corn kernels.
Nine o'clock; the fire covered with a mound
of brown ashes; the cricket chirying drowsi
ly, and Uncle Peter snoring melodiously from
an inner room, still Mrs. Fenner sat there
mechanically playing her knitting needles,
yet uuconscious that the kitten was frisking
about, and hojielessly entangled her precious
ball ot homespun yarn deaf and blind to
everything but her own thoughts.
" I wonder," she began, and then stopped.
"After all," sie mentally resumed the next
minute, " there can't be any harm in it, it I
just slip on my hood and shawl and go
through the orchard path, across to Squire
Brownell's. Not that Fd go in not a bit of
it; but I'd merely take a peep in at the keep
in' room window as I went past. I would
like to see what sort of a face it was that has
bewitched James so completely ; but he must
never be any the wiser for it?''
She pondered a second or two longer, then
rose hurriedly, extinguished the little candle
that stood in a shining brass candlestick on the
mantle, listened to Peter's snores, and muf
fling a shawl round her head, withdrew the
bolt of the kitchen door, and crept out into
starless gloom ef the November night 1 j
It was but a hort distance, under the
branches of the gnarled old apple trees and
into the turinpike road. Aunt Miriam felt a
little conscience-stricken as she lifted the
wicket of Squire Brownell's gate, and stole
noiselessly up the chrysanthemum bordered
walk ; she couldn't help wondering what Eld
er Oliver would say if he were to become
aware that she, the sagest old lady in the
congregation, were prowling about here like
a thief in the dark.
" It's all for James's sake," said the vener
able dame, under her breath, as she pushed
aside the great aweetbrier that hung over the
panes, and peeped slyly into the window.
Mrs. Brownell sat iu a big arm-chair by the
fire, her feet swathed in flannel; the squire
was smoking his pipe ever a three -days old
newspaper; and before a pine table, at the
other end of the room, stood a rosycheeked
girl of perdaps seventeen, the sleeves of her
crimson merino dress rolled up above a pair
of exquisitely dimpled elbows, and her hands
buried in "a wooden tray of flour, engaged,
in fact, in the operation which housekeepers
call "setting a sponge." So much at home
did she seem in the culinary art, that Aunt
Miriam said to herself, very decidedly, " TliU
can't be the city visitor ; I wonder where she
is 7" when her doubts were all dispelled by
Mrs. Brownell's voice :
" Millicent, I wish you'd write out the re
eeipt for the cake you made for tea I don't
see where you learned to be so handy about
the house !" .
" Why, grandmamma!" said the young lady
gaily, you seem to forget that my mother
was educated under your eye. She does not
believe that French and music are everything
girl needs to learn. Now do put those
stocking down IU see that they are duly
mended, by and by."
Aunt Miriam turned away from the win
dow more bewildered than ever, but with a
very satisfied feeling stirring under the hesp
of prejudices that had filled her kind old
heart If this were the much talked of Mi
licent, things might not be so very bad, after
a!L And Milly worked away at her spongue,
the merry smiles dimpling over her face, ut
terly unconcious of the audience of "one"
who was now contemplating a retreat
But the adventures ol the night were not
at a close. As Aunt Miriam groped her way
towards the path, lanenting the pitchy dark
noss of the night, and the crackling of the
crisp leaves as her not very elastic foot shuf
fled through them, every pulse in her frame
came to a sudden pause of terror, as a pair
of muscular arms T.'ere tlirowu round her,
and a mustache came in contact with her
cheek. Such s kiss Aunt Miriam could not
remember its like since the day when Peter
Fenner courted the beauty of the village.
In vain she struggled breathless to escape
whoever the individual might be, he didn't
do things by halves, and evidently had no
disposition to relinquish his prize.
"My darling little Milly 1 how did you
know I was coming to night?"
Then come another kiss, before Aunt Mir
iam could explain, in satified accents
"James Arnett, are you crazy? do let go
of me, and behave like a sensible creature!"
The arms uncleasped with electric speed.
" Aunt Miriam ? how on earth "
" Hush 1 dont speak above your breath !
There now if you're going to laugh like
that, you'll raise the town!''
" I I can't help it, Aunt Miriam," gasped
James, clinging to the gate-post, and vainly
trying to check the gusts of laughter that
would come. " What will Uncle Peter say ?
Who would have expected to find Mrs. Fen
ner, Vice -President of the Dorcas Society?"
" James, hold your tongue, if you don't
want me to box your ears. And if you
breath a word of this to any living soul "
" Well, I won't aunty I won't upon my
word ; only the whole affair is so supremely
"Nonsense," said Aunt Miriam, slipping
through the gate. "There, you needn't turn
back with me, you silly boy. Go in and see
Milly I know that's what you prefer. And
" Well, Aunt Miriam."
"I've changed my mind about that little
Milly of yours. I don't believe you can find
a prettier wife, or a better, so settle matters
as soon as you please, and we'll see whether
your old Aunt Miriam has forgotten how to
make wedding cake."
" But are you in earnest, aant ?"
" Never was more se in my life."
"What has altered your convictions? sure
ly I may ask that one question ?"
'"Thjt isn't at all to the purpose, young
man. But remember, not a word of this ri
" You know how to administer bribes,
Aunt Miriam,'' said the youth gayly, as he
enfolded the old lady in his arms, and gave
her yet a third kiss. -
Tbroujh the starless darkness she hurried
under the wind tossed apple trees, and be
neath the irieudly shadow of her own porch,
where Uncle Peter's snores yet resounded
like muflled trumpets. -
" What makes you so late, wife ?" demand
ed a drowsy voice from the inner apartment,
as she glided arouud, replacing shawls and
wrappers. " I've been as last asleep as a dor
mouse, I do believe but.I did think I heard
the click of the bolt"
" It must have beer, the kitten among the
tin pans," quoth Aunt Miriam the nearest
approach to a fib she ever indulged in, before
And in subsequent life, when the firm con
viction seized her, that James Arnett had im
parted her secret in strict confidence ol
course to his pretty wife, she consoled her
self by saying mentally :
" Well, I don't care if he lias for my part,
I shall always be glad of my peep into Squire
All Sorts of Good Reading.
From the Frederick (Md.) Examiner.
A friend, who visited the battle-fields of
South Mountain and Antietam soon after the
terrible conflicts, picked up numerous letters
and papers belonging to the rebels, and has
furnished us the following, as illustrative of
the opinions and feelings of the rebel troops
in reference to the rebellion and the invasion
of Maryland. The originals may be seen by
any who are curious on the subject upon ap
plying to ns for reference.
The first letter was written by a member
of the Fifth Alabama Regiment on the day be
fore the great battle. It breathes the accent
of patriotism, and is characterized by a lofty
moral sentiment. For obvious reasons we sup
press the names : .
IN CAMP, September 16, 1862.
Mt Dearest Parexts : I once more sit down
to drop you a few lines this pleasant morning.
I am still in the land of the living, thanks to
God, and in tolerable health. I had a severe
attack of the diarrhoea from eating green corn
on our march, but am now getting over it.
We have had somevery hard times since I
wrote to you last ; we have had hard march
ing and but little to eat I often thought of
home and its comforts, and compared them
with my present hardships. But it is useless
to complain ; there are no kind hearts here to
pity, and no father's words of consolation, no
mother's look of sympathy, no brothers to
share our burdens, and no kind sister to con
sole us in our sorrows. Oh, how I miss the
social endearments of home 1 I never could
fully appreciate all the blessings of a good
home until I entered camp.
If it were not lor the consolation of religion
do not know how I should be able to bear
up under it, but whenever I feel oppressed I
fly to my Bible, and there I can always find
consolation. Dear mother, you do not know
how much I have been comforted from the
dear little Bible you gave me when I left
home, and how much I have thought of your
parting advice. There is so much wickedness
camp ; almost every moment you hear some
one taking God's name in vain. I am so sick
camp life ; I wish I were out of it ; I have
no heart in this war. How many thousands
of poor creatures are hurled unprepared into
the presence of their Maker I A soldier, ot
all men, should live elose to God, and yet it
seoms to me they never think of dying, al
though their comrades fall all around them.
We had a severe fight on Sunday ; our regi
ment was cut up terribly. I was sick and
was not in the fight They say it was awful ;
our men full back with great loss : our com
pany is nearly all killed or wounded; the
slaughter was terrible. It is generally thought
we will have much hard fighting soon, as the
Yankees are close after us.
I have had many chances to desert since
we have been in Maryland, but my pride will
not permit me. Although I was always op
posed to this war, and think it was begun
without good cause, and only to gratify the
ambition of broken politicians, yet I cannot
bear the disgrace of being called a deserter.
Besides I could not come home to Bee my
dear parents and brothers and sisters any
more; so I think I will try to stick it out, and
trust my life in the hands of my Heavenly
Father, and if it should be His divine will that
we are never to meet again on earth, we have
His premise of a happy meeting beyond this
vale of tears, where brother will no longer
war with brother, and death will never come;
but I would love to be at home with you all
When I think over it, it seems as though it
cannot be that we are separated ; I often
dream of home and the loved ones I left be
hind me. When I came over the mountains
a few days ago I stopped and looked down
on the beautiful fields and the happy farm
houses and cattle grazing, and none of the
desolating marks of war was here ; I then
could not restrain the falling tear, as I com
pared the happy land before me with the
desolate appearance of my own loved native
land and the parts of Virginia we came thro'gh.
You have no idea of the horrors of war; lan
guage cannot describe it ; men seem to live
and die without a thought of God or eterni
ty many with a terrible oath of blasphemy
in their mouth, going right into the presence
of a holy God with horrid curses and impre
cations on their tongues. May the merciful
Lord have pity upon their poor souls and save
them from the gnawing worm that never dies.
There is much more Union sentiment here
than we expected to find. I think our officers
are sadly disappointed with their reception
here, although thej do not say much. I do
not think the people of Maryland generally
wish to cast their destiny in our hands. There
are many who wish us well, whilst but few
will come forward to assist us. I think eur
leaders have been greatly deceived by misre
presentations as te the true sentiment of the
people here. They are not with us.
Dear father, when you write again please
send me some post stamps and a couple of
dollars in gold, as our money will not pass
here, and if I had a little good money I could
get many little things I want, as things are
cheap here it I only had the right sort of mon
ey. If you have a chance you may send me
SoO Or $60, if you can get United States or
Northern money, and I can get clothing here
much cheaper than at the Sotfth, but don't
send it in a letter, as I may not get it ; per
haps some one will be coming up shortly and
then you can send it with safety.
Give my love to all inquiring friends; tell
Mary and Lizzie to be good girls, and tell
Eddy to do what he is told, and not to pout
any more ; tell brother William I got the
blanket he sent me, and it comes quite good
these nights. AVith much love to you all I
must now close, aud beg you, dear father and
mother, not to forget me in your prayers, as
I know you will not, and I will strive to live
close to my Savior, and should we never see
each other again on earth may we all meet in
the kingdom of our blessed Redeemer, where
life and its sorrows are over.
Nothing nioie at present, but remain as
ever, your dutiful and affectionate son until
A soldier named Green, writes the follow
ing. He is a shrewd and candid, but very
profane person, aud is heartily sick of the
Is Camp, kear Hacerstowic, Md., )
. September 14, 18G2. f
Dear Jim : We arrived here yesterday after
one of the d st marches you ever heard of.
We crossed over to Maryland on last Thurs
day week. Ever since we left Gordonsville
we have had a h of a time of it; first fight
ing with old Pope, then hard inarching after
the g d Yankees, and living on green
corn and muddy water, hard fighting, hard
fare, and most g d hnrd marching; my
fect got so d sore I was forced to go bare
footed. I can hardly get along; our boys are
nearly all worn out, but still we are dogged
on at the point of the bayonet by our d un
feeling officers, who don't care a d for us
so we do the fighting and they get the honor
of whipping the d blue bellies. I tell you,
Jim, I'm getting most d sick of. this war,
and if I had only known when I etered the
service that the war . would last so long, and
we would be led such a d eternal dog life.
I would have run away from the whole g
d Southern Confederacy, for I begin to
think we have been humbugged the d st by
our leaders in this war. What the h differ
ence does it make to us, Jim, whether we
live under Old Abe or Jeff Davis? neither ot
them care a d for us more than to do their
Gghting and their voting, and then we may
go to h for what they care, for they would
hardly stoop to with either
You must not think, Jim, that I am turn
ing Yankee. I am as good a Southern Rights
man as ever, but I believe we have been fool
ed by set of g d office seeking villians,
who are too d lazy to work, and who have
lost good fat pickings by the election of old
Lincoln ; so they want to set up house-keeping
on their own hook, and want us poor
white niggers to build their house for them,
while they don't care a d if it falls on us
and kills every d one of us, so that they can
keep their d niggers and grow fat in office.
You may think I talk d queer for a Ser
geant in the Confederate army, Jim ; but I'll
be d if I don't think it's about time to stop
this d killing off the poor that the rich may
grow richer ; if the captain was to hear me
talk so he would have me reduced and gagged
and bucked, or perhaps shot, like poor Max,
but I tell you, Jim, I've been thinking a good
deal ever this matter lately since I got in
Maryland. I've talked with a good many
Yankees or Union men, as they call them
selves here, and they generally talk pretty
They seem to be down on the nigger as
much as any one in the South, and say they
want to preserve -the Union under Govern
ment, and I almost begin to think it would
be a d shame to divide it for the sake of a
few office -seekers. I have found a great deal
of kindness among the people here, and find
they don't differ with us upon many points ;
they only say preserve the Union and let the
d nigger go to h . They ask ns what we
are fighting for, and when we tell them for our
riglits, they say they have tfitirs, all they ever
had ; and that it would be d folly for them
to join us ; and in tact, Jim, to speak candid,
I can't fairly see myself what rights we have
lest to make such a h of a fuss about. I
find things here quite different from what I
expected ; we were told that Maryland was
ripe for revolution, and as soon as we enter
ed her border forty or fifty thousand would
rush to our standard ; but we found we had
been fooled the d st, for the people here all
appear to be very well satisfied w ith their
condition, and if I can judge from the appear
ance ef the country, and the prosperous con
dition of the people, I thiuk they have made
a d good hit by staying in the Union, and
it would have been a d sight better if we
all had been satisfied with our condition and
not made a set of d fools of ourselves. I
am afraid we are in a trap here, and the half
of us will never get out I think it was a d
bad thing in coming over, but we were forced
in a manner, as we were nearly starved out,
and this is a land of milk and honey every
thing in abundance. I tell you, Jim, we live
high here to what we used to do in the Old
Dominion. We now get salt enough on our
meat, which makes it eat a d sight better
than we have been used to. Dear Jim, burn
this letter, or it might fall into the hands of
some of the officers, and if ours was to hear
of it I'd catch h . Write soon. I hear your
regiment is ordered to report to Gen. Smith,
in Kentucky ; let me know if it is so. I wish
you were with us here, as we intend to go in
shortly and give the Yankees h .
Akecdots or a Frksch Marshal. Some
time ago, while at a review, a murderous shot
was fired at the late Marshal Castellane, from
a regiment of Yoltigeurs. He heard the
whistling of the bill near his head, and on
taking off his cap found that it had lodged in
it. Without saying a word to his stafl he
galloped up to the front of the reginent frcm
which the shot proceeded, and cried out that
if he knew the unlucky dog who was such a
bad shot he would certainly give him a week
in die guard-house. Then turing to his staff
he said, " What do you think of this ? a fol
low in a crack corps who misses his man at
thirty yards; certainly he ought to be broke."
The Marshal would never allow any inquiry
to be made into this attempt upon his life ;
but he resented it against the whole corps of
Yoltigeus, by never allowing any one of them
to mount guard at his quarters.
A Modern William Tell. A French pa
per says that three sportmen happened to
meet recently at a public house near St. Cy
prian, Belgium, and began to talk of their
skill in shooting, when one of them, a weal
thy farmer, named Cyrille S , betted that
he would hit, at a certaiu distance, a lantern
placed ou the head ot Ins 6on, a boy hve
years old. A lighted lantern was according
ly placed on the child's head, and cleverly
knocked off by a pistol shot, which just graz
ed the boy's eap. But the affair did not end
here, for while the parties were drinking the
wine for which the loser had paid, the police
came and arrested all three, M. S , on a
charge of endangering his son's life, aud the
others as accomplices.
By letters received in Louisville within a
few days it is learned that, simultaneously
with the attack upon McCook's corps, near
Perry ville, a rebel force thirty-five thousand
strong, under Hardes and Buckner, made an
attack upon Gilbert's corps. They were soon
repulsed, and that portion of our army were
astonkhed at the sudden withdrawal of the
enemy. Their course has since been explain
ed, as Buckner was wounded, and they were
left without a leader and commander on
whom they could rely. Hardee, it is said,
keeps up his old habit of drinking, and when
ever he can get liquor, is unfit for duty.
Passenger statistics show that within nice
months 17,000 people have arrived by sea at
San Francisco in excess of departures. These,
in addition to a large number of overland im
migrant!, make the increase of population
more this vear than since 1852. The over
land immigration to Oregon and Washoe this
year will amount to about 5,000. The rear
of immigration some 500 wasrons, was ex-
jccted at Walla on the 5th of this month.
Who Saved Pope's Army.
A correspohdext of the Commercial, who
signs himself " Fair Play,'' gives credit to
whom credit is due for the protection of
Pope's retreat from Bull Run to Washington,
after his ill success there. It will be seen
that Stephen J. McGroarty, who made the
most eloquent war speech of the year, in Ur
ban a, bore a very conspicuous and gallant
part. Bully for McGroarty and the Gist
"Night had now deepened, the cold quarter-moon
above us ; it was nearly nine o'clock ;
the disaster was inevitable, and the order
was given to fall back as rapidly as good or
der would permit But the retreat was to be
protected. For thi3 dangerous duty the
perilous post of honor Dilger's battery and
the gallant 61st Ohio, Colonel McGroarty
commanding, were selected, and nobly did
they perform their part The General and
his staff, Geoeral Schurz. Colonel Schemel
pfenuing, and a host of others, cheering and
snimating by voice and example, remained to
the last with these devoted commands, as they
held at bay the foe, become almost fiendish
by thir awful losses and the iron resistance
opposed to them. One by one the regiments
along the lines were ordered to the rear, de
filing thence to Centreville. Still, on came
the enemy, crowding his masses over his dead
aud dying, and, apparently, reckless of every
consequence. Suddenly there was a panse,
then a deafening roar. The gallant Dilger,
obeying instructions, had awaited the foe till
within sixty paces, when he let fly with all
his pieces, loaded with grape and cagister to
the muzzle, full in the face. The effect was
stunning, McGroarty, in the never to be for
gotten red shirt, bareheaded and begrimmed
with powder, sang out at the top of his voice,
"61st Ohio, diargeT' and with a rush and a
bound the gallant fellows were at them. Oh
it was a terrible sight. The curses, groans,
cries, and yells, were heart-rending. Dilger,
meanwhile, rapidly limbering up, had again
retired sixty pieces, and again did he open on
them with his murderous fire, and again above
the din of battle rang the stentorian voice of
the dauntless McGroarty, " Gist Ohio, charge
charge for glory and for ' Sigel' I'' The ef
fect was electric Tha enemy broke and
beaten by these repeated blows, halted and
wavered ; the masses could no longer be push
ed forward, when on came Milroy, thunder
ing like a demigod, and driving them head
long to the wood at the point ot the bayonet
One long, loud cheer went up from our side.
The fight was over, and our fellows, without
the loss of a eun, or a carriage, or a caisson,
slowly and steadily wended their way a slow
and weary way along the Centreville road.
Not a word was spoken- the hour was too
sacred. But oh how many noble, bravo fel
lows did we leave behind. The sound of an
occasional shot and bomb overhead warned
us that the enemy were still there ; but they
had done their worst upon us, and they could
do no more.
General Charles T. James who owes his
death to the explosion of a shell invented by
himself, was a native of Rhode Island, in
which state he had long filled high positions.
For nearly two years he has from time to time
been experimenting with his new weapons at
Sag Harbor. About one hundred persons
were present on Wednesday to witness the
tests of die projectiles. . A number of bighly
successful shots had been fired, when General
James determined to remove a cap from the
plunger of a shell and put on a new one. But
long familiarity with and constant handling
of projectiles had made him rather earless, and
he used, thoughtlessly, a pair ol pincers to re
move the cap. The friction ignited the ful
minating matter, and the explosion took place,
wouuding Gen. James in the side of the head,
aud more or less hurt several spectators who
were standing near by.
He represented the State of Rhode Island
in the U. S. Senate from 1851 to 1857. He
was by profession an engineer, and had su
perintended the construction of one of the
largest manufacturing establishments in New
England. Though not professedly an artiller
ist Gen. James had devoted his leisure for
over thirty years to the study of the science
of artillery. His projectiles were in freqnent
use in our army, and had attracted the atten
tion of foreign artilleries. He was agout fifty-six
years of age, and leaves a wife and four
children to monrn for his loss.
Large quantities of circulars, of various
kinds with a business card of the individual
or firm printed on the envelope of each, with
only a penny postage stamp affixed, continue
to be deposited in the post offices. The
aforesaid business card subjects the package
to letter postage, and such circulars are held
for postage, or, when they find their way in
to the mails, are returned to the mailing of
fice for proper payment This should not be
forgotton by business men, as it leads to
trouble and disappointment, A sealed letter,
with a business card on the envelope, is not
chargable with extra postage. Ilolbrouk'i U.
S.ilail " '
The abdication of Queen Victoria is again
seriously talked of abroad. The Patrie says
that the discussion of the measure with her
German relatives is the case of the Queen's
visit to Germany. The act of the abdication
of course, in favor of the Prince of Wales
will, it is said take place next spring ira- j
mediately after the marriage of the Prince
with the Princess Alexandra of Denmark.
The man who first introduced a fanning
mill into Scotland was denounced as an athe
ist for getting up gales of wind when Provi
dence intended a calm.
As old army officer yesterday gave us tha
reason why the regulars endure more fatigue
than volunteers. When marching, if the
regular even cuts his finger he falls into tha
rear and applies a bandage. The moment he
halts lor the night, after he eats his rations,
his cheek is upon his knapsack and himself ia
the land of dreams. The volunteer does very
differently. If he hurts himself he extempo
rises some inadequate sort of dressing, and
keeps along. When night comes, the chanc
es are ten to one, that instead ot taking re
pose at once, he wearies himself still further
by leap frog with his companions, or by play
ing "old sledge" for pints of whiskey. ' The) -regular
carries with him nothing that he can
help. Not an ounce more will he bear thaa
regulation weight The volunteer is too apt
to leave nothing behind him that he can car-"
ry. Every daguerreotype even adds to the -weight
of a knapsack in a manner that eon
but those who carry them can adequately un
derstand. In Mexico soldiers threw away
money because it chafed their pockets. iWA
American. . ,
Hoist by our own Petard.
TsACtxa back the history of Congressional "
appointments in Ohio, the significant tact is
..l. . v et l . . r. i j
sMuvvu, uias, uio unjh viccuou alter eacu uo
cennial apportionment has resulted in defeat
of the apportioning party. The party in pow
er when the apportionment is mads under
each new census, always, more or less, gerry
manders. That is, the party makes np the
Districts to secure success lo its own friends,
and invariably, at the election, gets beaten at
its own game. It's all well enough to make
the District to suit the party if no violence is
done to the provisions of the law under
which it is made, and we aie not " blowing
up" any body for so doing, but merely men
tioning the fact, that defeat lollows the earr
ing out of Districts.
The old Democratic party, after the worst
gerrymandering the State ever suffered, was
"beaten out of Hs boots," and the Demo
cratic Constitutional Convention that legislat
ed to forever secure power in the State to that
party were, very soun " thrashed blind."
Oevthud Herald. -.1
An Old Lady's Tribute.
Amojtq the other articles received by tho
vv asmngton bamtary Commission lately waa
a good and patriotic old lady's tribute, to bo
laid on the altar of her country, bearing this
" These socks were spun and knit by Mrs.
Zeruah Clapp, ninly-six years eld, whoso
bands in youth were engaged in moulding
bullets in tho Revolutionary war. Keep tho
toes of these soeks toward the rebels. Chtt
lertown XI Y.n
Sentiment by Mr. Seward.
WASHINGTON, Oct. 14. 1862.
To James Parker and others, MoUHavm, N. Y.
Yor ask for words to encourage enlist
ments. I give them: The United States,
tlve greatest of all cations if they stand to
gether the most miserable if they fall asun
der. William H. Seward.
Lieut. Wohdes Recoviekd. We aro hap
py to know that Lieut Worden has entirely
recovered from the injuries received during
the engagement between the Monitor and
the Merrimac, and that he will be shortly
placed in command of the now . Monitors,
where his eminent bravery and skill will an
doubtedly again redound to the honor of the
uavy and to the confusion of traitors. Tha
honorable testimonial to him, we believe, is
not far from $20,000.
Axicdote or " Stonewall." An army cor-
respondent of a rebel journal tells tho follow
ing incident that occurred in Maryland, be
tween Stonewall Jackson and the ladies.
They surrounded the old game-cock; he said,
Ladies, this is the first time I was ever sur- .
rounded and cut every button eff his coat,
and, they say, commenced on his pants, and
at one time it was feared, he would be in tho
uniform of a Georgia colonel minus all ex
cept a shirt-collar and spurs. For once he
was badly scared.
Tni Secrerart or the Stats or Ohio ttriw
Butcher. Alt Burnett writes that Secretary
Kennon, of Ohio, finding the wounded suffer
ing dreadfully for want of nourishment, pur
chased a beef, paid for it out of his own pock
et, and distributed it through the hospitals.
The Secretary is liked very much. It is said
he come it over a rebel tinner selling the
hide for $14, when its actual value was only ,
A distinguished clergymen was asked by a
gentleman who had doubts about recruiting
on the Sabbath, what he thought of it 'Wei!,'
said the clergyman, 'the Scripture justifies a
man in saving his ox on the Sabbath day, and ;
surely our country is worth more than an Ox. "
Yellow fever has made its appearance in
several towns in Texas. At Sabine Pa, at .
the latest news, there had been 25 deaths
from it Most of the people had fled from
Gex. Cass. The story that is going the .
rounds of the newspapers that Gen. Cass ap-'
proves of the President's Emancipation Proc
lamation is very good only it is not true.
The general dou't think it constitutional
Mrs. Partwoton, bless her old innocent
soul, thinks our armies have been driving in
pickets long enough t) have the Confederates