A LOYAL RECTOR.
Ha Conducted gzrvka with the Aw
•i stance of Squod of Pious Marinos.
The recent death of Rev. Oogood E.
Herrick In Watertown, N. Y.. recalls
an Incident during the civil war in
which he was conspicuous and which
a correspondent of the National Tri
bune relates. Mr. Herrick was rector
of Bt. Paul's Episcopal church. Key
West, Fla., at the time of the seces
sion in 1861. Many of the congrega
tion sympathized with the south and
endeavored to dissuade him from read
ing the usual prayer “for the presi
dent of the United States and all in
civil authority,” but without success.
Finally he was told that he would be
taken from the chancel the next Sun
day if he persisted in reading the
On the Saturday preceding the U.
8. ship Pawnee arrived in the harbor,
and her commander, Capt. Rowan,
met Mr. Herrick, and was told of the
threats that had been made. The cap
tain said: "Mr. Herrick, the marines
I have on my ship are very pious, and
. have had no opportunity to attend
church for several months, and would
The Marines Were Very Pious.
only be too glad to attend the services
to-morrow if you have some vacant
The next day. Just before the com
mencement of the service, la marched
80 or 40 marines, stacked their arms
In front of the chancel and took the
front seata that had been reserved.
When the prayer for the president
was read they all responded with a
There was no attempt mads to
move the rector on that Sunday or at
any other tine, as a largo army and
naval tome whs stationed at that port,
being the resdasveas eC4hs BOsth Al
lude and Gulf squadrons and an Im
portant strategic poi* for coal and
supplies and the only southern port
held by the United States all through
Shortly after the war, In considera
tion of his loyalty to his country and
through the influence of his friends in
the army and navy, he was appointed
army chaplain and stationed at Fort
Warren, in Boston harbor, for several
years, and will be favorably remem
bered by many Bostonians of that
period. He was afterward transferred
to Fortress Monroe, where he re
mained until his resignation a few
years ago. He then returned to his
old home la Watertown, N. Y., where
be spent rcn^nlnj^eara.
A SOLDIER'S MISTAKE.
Charged the Enemy When He
. Thought He Was Fleeing to Rear.
"When the first call came for troopf
In 1861,” said a member "oF a Grand
U..PSH office In my town, and, turn-
Ing around to a mad 1 had known
since boyhood, I said:
‘“Well, Jim, shall we go?*
M ‘Sure,* he replied, and 24 hours
later we were off. Jim was my com
rade and bunkle for three years, and
came home to be kicked in the stom
ach by a mule. After we had been
In service two years we were having
a scrap with the enemy one day, when
all of a sudden Jim jumps out of the
ranks and goes charging down on
3,000 men all alone. He was yelled
at to come back, but he didn’t seem
to hear. Some of us got the idea that
an order had been given to advance,
and we took after Jim, and in a min
ute the whole regiment was charging.
It was such an unexpected move that
the enemy broke and gigged back,
and Jim was made a sergeant for his
"He had been home a year when
he died. I was called to his bedside
when he knew that he was going.
The other folks all left the room at
his order, and then he said to me:
“ ‘Tom, do you remember that time
I charged 3,000 men all hy myself?’
" ‘Of course, and It was a brave
thing to do/
** ‘Nothing of the kind, Tom. Do
you know why I did it?’
” ’Out of bravery.’
" ’That’s all guff. I was scared out
of my boots that day and bolted, and
the fun of the thing was that I got
all turned around and bolted towards
the enemy instead of our rear. Tom,
I’m going to my long home, and 1
want you to kneel down in the ‘tater
patch to-morrow and tell the Lord just
how it was.’"
The picture post-card erase Is di
minishing in England.
AN OLD WAR LETTER.
Recalls the Sad Story of Wounding of
Don. Wallace at Shlleh.
Of an relies of the civil war the
ones which most touch me are the
faded yellow letters from soldiers at
the front or In hospitals, and those
other letters from home to the sol
diers, showing the marks and creases
caused by being carried long in pocket
and knapsack, until by some chance
they drifted back home again across
the lines of faction and war, writes
Ada C. Sweet, in Chicago Journal.
One of the most pathotlc and yet
nobly strong letters I remember to
have read, is one from Mrs. Wallace,
widow of the gallant Oen. William H.
Wallace, who met death at Shiloh,
after helping Prentiss to hold the cen
ter all of that terrible first day, when
the whole union army was crumpled
up and crowded almost into the Ten
nessee river, only escaping by holding
Pittsburg Landing until morning
came, with Buell’s advance on the
field, and the dispirited troops of the
day before ready for a new trial be
fore the grim gods of war.
Mrs. Wallace, worried and anxious
at home, had started to visit her hus
band in the camp at Shiloh, and she
arrived at Pittsburg Landing on the
steamer * Minnehaha before daylight
Sunday morning, April 6, 1862. The
letter I am describing was written by
Mrs. Wallace some ten days after
the battle to a near relation.
She describes her arrival—the visit
was to be a complete surprise to her
husband—and she remained on board
of the river steamer, after sending
word to him that she was there, and
as she waited him, as the sun rose
over the spring landscape, she heard
firing, but thought nothing of it there,
near the great war camp, where thou
sands of men were being drilled and
trained in the uses of war.
Before very long she saw wounded
soldiers being brought on board of her
steamer, and then came more and
more, pale, bleeding and panic-strick
en, and they all told the same story
of the early morning attack and the
driving in of the outer lines, and occu
pation by the enemy, of the outer
Her husband, she was told, was on
the field, in the very center of the rag
ing battle. Vainly she tried to get an
other message to him. He was in the
’ornate* Nest,” where no one could
penerate. Before noon the boat was
crowded with wounded, and Mrs. Wal
lace tried to comfort and assuage
In the afternoon the Minnehaha was
used to ferry over Nelson’s regiments,
the advanoe of Buell’s reenforcements.
1 At last, when the boat landed on the
Pittsburg side, a message was brought
to the anxious woman. Wallace’s di
vision, they told her, had been falling
, back, Wallace leading it, just having
been flanked by the enemy. Just clear
of the "Hornets* Nest,” and as his
command came Into the road to the
Landing Vthe general had bean shot
and had ROlen from his horse and left
for dead. One of his soldiers, an or
derly, "one who loved him,” had car
ried the body mom than a quarter of
a mile, and then to avoid death and
capture, had to lay him down out of
the way of tramping feet, and leave
All night Mrs. Wallace nursed the
wounded on the steamer, and at ten
o’clock Monday morning word came
to her that the general was still!
breathing, and that he was to be
brought to her. Her dead was alive,
and she rejoiced. She was allowed to
take her husband to Savannah, a few
miles away, on the river, and to nurse
him tor tour days, before he breathed
Gratefully she tells in her letter of
the comfort it was to both that they
could have these last days together.
The general could not speak, but he
showed to the last minute that he
knew his wife, and by the faint pres
sure of his hand that she held told how
much ij was to him to have her by
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Such is tne story told by the faded
letter; to read it brings home to the
heart and Imagination what the men
and women of the country suffered
and endured, more than a generation
ago, that the union might live. Rev
erently I refer to this old letter from
one of the women of Illinois. The
survivors of Shiloh will hear of it with;
mournful Interest, I am sure.
One Use for a Newspaper.
It may be asked what a man who:
from his size belonged in B company*
at West Point was doing in the.
Eighth division among the tall men 1
of D company, writes Gen. Morris
Schaff In Atlantic. It came about in
this way: My second year, owing
to an Increase In the size of the bat
talion, the overflow of my company B
and the various other companies had.
to room in what was known as the
"angle,” which threw me with John
Asbury West of Georgia of D com
pany. West and myself became very
close friends, and that we might con
tinue to room together, just before
the battalion was formed In 1860 at
the close of the encampment for divi
sion into companies, he suggested,
that I stuff some paper in my shoes
to lift me up into the flank compa
nies. Thereupon we inlaid a good
share of a New York paper In each
shoe, lowered my trousers to the ex
treme limit to hide my heels, and, to
my heart’s delight, the result was, in
counting off the battalion, I fell just
inside of D company. And on that bit
of paper in my shoes all my life was
hinged; for, had I stayed with the
studious B company, I should In all
probability have graduated in the en
gineers, and the stream of my life
would have i*un through different
DIDN'T PLEASE THE WOMEN.
1 Story of Rise ef Setf-MaSe Mm Osstod
That the early struggles of the aoo
> eessful American business man are
not always a source of pride to kla
family was forcibly Illustrated the
other day here in away that was not
without its pathetic side. A recent
patron of one of the fashionable ho
tels told several persons with appar
ently considerable pride how he had
gone to America with a dollar la bis
pocket and Is now worth f 10,006,000.
A correspondent who Interviewed
him was muca impressed, and la writ
ing the story made reference to that
fact in a compllmetntary way, never
dreaming it would cause a family
quarrel. A day or two later the cor
respondent met the successful Amer
lean in the lobby of the hotel.
"Young man. you have caused me a
lot of trouble,” said the latter.
"How Is that?”
"Well, In mentioning the small sum
I had in my pocket when I went to
"But It was true, wasn't it,” in
quired the correspondent.
"Well, that’s not it,” replied tbs
other. "You see, my wife and daugh
ters have been entertaining a lot over
here aqd met a lot of people. They
feel now that they have been die
"But surely you feel proud of what
you have accomplished?”
"Yes, I do. and for my part I’m
mightily pleased. But you see women
are different. They like to think 1 al
ways had the money. I can tell you
my life's been miserable ever since.”
The correspondent assured the othef
of his good intentiods, but he refused
to be comforted, and had not made
peace with his family when he left
town.—London Cable in New York
Would Exterminate All Rats.
"Prof.” J. D. Smith of Cleveland
wants to rid the United States of rats,
mice, cockroaches and vermin. He
says he can do it by the use of certain
chemicals. In handling thesS chemi
cals he has at various times mads
himself very sick.
"Some day they will kill me," hi
says, "but lam not afraid. If lam
able to cany out my plans, I shall be
As he talks he drags packages of
chemicals from his pockets—blue vit
riol and acids of various kinds. His
bands are burned through the hand
ling of them, but he fondles them af
fectionately and does not mind.
If the city of Cleveland would give
the professor 810,000 a year, he says
he would make a vermin and rodent
free community. Smith not only
slays these pests; he annihilates
them. By playing on their appetites
he lures them to unlawful doom. To
the professor, a dead rat Is as dan
gerous as a live one. Each, he de
clares. spreads typhoid and like dto
Therefore he has prepared a chess
leal mixture which will slowly In
cinerate the rat As soon as the rat
partakes of the chemical an Inex'
tingulshable fire is lit in his Interior.
The fire burns as relentlessly as a
theater villain pursues. There is no
escape for the rat. He cannot leave
enough of himself behind to make a
Phosphorus is the base of the mix
ture which the professor uses. After
he has gathered remnants of food
Into a pall he adds a purple and
white powder. Then some lemon. As
soon as the rat partakes of this, he is
on his way to a private fireworks
‘ Quail Thao Were Quail.
On the big plantations no gun was
ever fired at a quail. There was no
netting until the master said the
word. He knew exactly when "bob
white” was ripe for dinner, and woe
to the poacher! A load of shot
lbuckshot at that) was none too good
*9l JSy? jgftT«ys of_ dozen birds
each weed regarded as enough loir oak
drive, making a capture of 00 fat,
plump, sotm£ morsels the like of
which we of this day and geltSfaDon
may never know. The master woul£
look through the coops and release a
dozen of the finest cocks and hens for
breeding. The remainder were smoth
ered for dinner in the old-fashioned
southern style before the animal heat
was out of them. Or they went Into
a great Brunswick stew, with squlr
: rels, squab-chickens, rabbits, slices of
salt pork, rice and the usual veget
ables used In the making of this, ths
foremost of all southern dishes.—N. Y.
Origin of Phrases.
Posters were orginally stuck oa
posts. Hence their name.
v Rodomontade comes from /Rodo
mont, king of Sarza, a braggart and
Cutpurses are so calied because In
the past the purse was worn about the
neck by a long cord that the thiel
had to cut.
The tinkers of old, to prevent their
solder from running, borrowed a
lump of dough from the housewife,
with which they made a dam about
the hole that was to be caulked up.
When they were done with the soiled
dough, which was called a tinker's
dam, they threw It away because 10
was utterly worthless. Hence not to
care “a tinker’s dam" means not to
care the least bit, and there is no pro
fanity whatever In this phrase. .
"Your friend retains her age won
"Yes, she studied art in Europe"
T " -o# iS'«S?.7l3SaussSf u, “ -
J "Doc," said the prehistoric king to
: his surgeon general, whom he had
1 summoned to his past grand worshlp
h ful presence, "what’s gnawin’ the peo
j pie of this realm? What kind of a
bug have they got now, huh?”
* The physician stood a moment be
j tween fear and perplexity.
"I don’t quite comprehend the na
ture of your majesty's Interrogation,”
he ventured at last to observe.
"What's that? You don’t careen to
[ my George Ade breeze? Your balloon
jib don’t fill to my jabber gust, heh?
My advanced-thought air currents pass
over your mental top-gallant, do they?
Well, I’ll see if I can yank them down
to a level with your bilge-water intel
lect. What I want to know is, what
} the dickens alls my people? Half of
’em are so dumnation good that they
give me the saccharine sickness. When
they come into my royal presence they
! make me feel as if I had eaten 30
charlotte russes in 30 minutes.
r "After four minutes with one of
r these human cream puffs the other
day I hustled out to the kitchen for a
dill pickle. Then, on the other hand,
I the rest of my people are so thunder
in' bad there's no gettln’ along with
, ’em at all. Seems as if the very diel
, was in ’em and they were glad of it.
. To be sure, they're something of an
t improvement on those animated me
• ringue puddings that constitute the
t other half, but their everlasting ras-
I cality becomes irksome when you
, have to wallow through it eight days
l in the week.
i “Now, then, Doc, it’s up to you to
peek Into the pack and get wise as to
why people ain’t built on less monot
onous linos Why dl<k I pay 75 hard
earned buc ks to run up through a med
-1 leal college in 60 days and buy you a
• diploma printed in a dead and buried
1 language? What do I give you your
* clothes and keep fo%if It ain’t to have
' you cure me of that tired feeling my
1 ornery subjects give me?
"Do you savvy what I'm driving at?
1 I want you to get a spurt on ydu and
1 find out how to make folks sort up a
’ little evener; and I’m in a hurry about
; "I think I perceive," said the physi
cian, backing to the doorway, where
1 he gracefuly salaamed.
Thereupon his majesty kicked him
out and slammed the door, the while
he chuckled merrily to himself for
that he had performed an exceeding
. meritorious pun.
, The next day the surgeon begged
audience of the king, saying that he
had diagnosed the case of the people
and wgs prepared to make his report
"Let ’er flicker,” the king command
| ed, seating himself upon the arm of
j his throne and drawing his purple robe
about his Imre legs, for the spring was
shy and backward that year.
"Your majesty,” the physician be
| gan, "I find the diathetic conditions of
- your people to be both pathological
\ "Gome off,” the king Interrupted.
, "You talk like a subway engineer.
, Who knows what the deuce it means?”
, "I find,” the doctor began again,
"that the trouble with your people is
in their blood. Some of them have
, only white corpuscles, and this makes
I them rather too good, while the rest
I have only red corpuscles, which makes
, them rather too bad. If I may venture
, a suggestion, your majesty—”
"Hold on! Do you venture it as a
physician or as a member of the board
"As a physician, your majesty.”
“Very well, then; go ahead.”
"I would suggest that you Issue a
royal ultase commanding the good and
the bad people of the realm to Inter
marry. This would bring about a com
mingling of the two kinds of blood, i
and in a few generations you would
have a race in which good and bad'
would be pretty evenly distributed in
"There go/’ shouted the king.
"I was afraid you were going to talk
like a board member. D’ye think I’m
going to wait several generations for
this new order of things? D’ye think
I’m goin’ to deal four aces to posterity
and take a pair o’ deuces for myself?
Not much. Mary Ann, I’m out for the
joyous Now with a cap N. Me for the
gladsome present, the fleeting Already
Yet. Look here! You trot out your*
contraptions for bleeding folks and ge*
busy. Just draw half the blood out
of the good people and half out of the
bad people, and swap ’em over, savvy?
1 want you to pump half white blood
into the Btrenuous ones and half red
blood Into the mollycoddles, and strike
and average. See?”
"But both sides will object to that,
"Let ’em object. If you’re so mealy
about It you can stick up signs in the
street, telling ’em it ain’t your doings.
Lay It off on me if you like, but get a
go on you and do business. Clear out ,
When the surgeon general had hus
tled out to do the blood swapping, the
king leaned back in his throne and
laughed long and loud.
“By Jlminy!” he chuckled, when he
could control his rlsibles. "Won’t that
be a boss on posterity? When they
find themselves all mixed up. every
fellow having some good and some bad
in him, won’t they sit up nights won
dering how It came about? And the
best of It Is, these are prehistoric
times, so the blooming historians can’t
ever give the snap away."
After which the king sat long Ip
pleased contemplation of the respons!
hUttles he escaped by living before
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