do if attacked. Now comes the "fun." About five o'clock the carriage is seen coming up the hill, and when nearly opposite the flag, two of the citizens walked out into the middle of the street and gave the command, "Halt," which was promptly obeyed. The next command was: "Salute that flag." After an excuse or two about a "bad cold," and "how salute it," they gave a weak "cheer." The answer was: "That won't do: a little louder!" and the second time their voices were raised considerably; but, "Louder yet," was commanded; and the third time they gave a mighty good proof of strong lungs. They were then ordered to curse secessionism, and they did so; after which they were allowed to pass on, wiser, if not better men. CAMP ANECDOTES. A soldier writing home from Fort Slocum, near Washington, gave the following anecdotes of life in camp: While in Florida we had an Irishman named Murphy, who was very much afflicted with the prevalent camp malady known as "Spring Fever." In order to escape duty, he reported himself to his Orderly Sergeant as sick, and in due time was taken to the doctor. Being asked the nature of his disease, he complained of a very heavy lightness in Why," replied the doctor, "that is a paradox;" and giving him a light dose of "ipecac," he returned him to duty. Mick left the tent in high dudgeon, exclaiming, "The devil take a doctor who will put a man on duty with a par the head. " adox in his head." Another fellow, by the name of G —, tried to play the "old soldier on the same doctor, and also got a dose of "ipecac." He did not get far from the tent before he began to "heave Jonah." Cursing the doctor, he went back and said he wanted some other medicine, as the first did not stay on his stomach. The doctor gave him another dose of the same, slightly colored, and G——— went off perfectly satisfied. He did not get far before he realized that he had another Jonah. About this time he "appreciated,” and was content to do duty. The other evening, one of our bold Lieutenants went up to a "pizen shop" on the hill, and was returning to camp with a little heavier load than the regulations require, when he lost his way, and came through a field but lately cleared. Just as the sentry gave the usual challenge "Who comes there?"- Charley struck his shin against a fallen tree, and feeling more expressive than poetical, he cried out lustily, "The devil." "Corporal of the guard, post number six, doublequick," called out the sentry, adding, “Mine Got in Himmel, here comes ter tivel!" While on Staten Island, previous to embarking for the South, one of the captains was severely injured by a block of wood falling from one of the third tier of casemates and striking him on the head. The next morning, a New Jersey Dutchman, one of his company, called to inquire after his health. "Good morning, Captain," says the Dutchman; "how are you getting along?" Being assured that the Captain was out of danger, the Dutchman said: "I heard something drop, and I thought it was a Lieutenant had fallen from the top of the fort, and was knocked all to pieces; and I didn't think it worth while to pick the pieces up till the coroner came. One of our Lieutenants, who boasts of eighteen years' service in the "reg'lar army," has been very much troubled by the privates coming into his quarters. To put a stop to this, he has displayed a large notice in front of his tent. It is, as near as I can copy it, verbatim et literatim, as follows: Notis No 1 aloud in here excep on bisnes, re small game to get on guard as A few days ago one of our boys played a rather 66 supernumerary the men may have to leave for some necessary who only have to stand on post while any of reason; at other times he can stay in the guard tents out of the storm. The rest of the boys did not like it much, and agreed among themselves to repay him. As soon, therefore, as their “ lief" came on, one of them called out, "Corporal of the guard; post number three wants to be relieved," and the supernumerary had to take his place. As soon as number three returned and took his place, number five called to be relieved; one post to another all night. Since then he has and so they kept the poor fellow travelling from gone by the name of "Supernumerary.” A SONG. BY FITZGREENE HALLECK. HARK! a bugle's echo comes; Nearer the bugle's echo comes, War! it is thy music proud, Who, oppression-driven, Where their life-blood flowing, Hopes And make, for children yet to come, Music! bid thy minstrels play No tunes of grief or sorrow, Mother, I cannot be happy to stay where I am, at this time of my country's peril. Please write, and tell me I may go, when I can get an opportunity. If you say no, I fear I shall go mad. Mother, I should do that. My heart goes as fast as my pen, and if you should say no! I should not be worth a cent to anybody. I never was so uneasy in my life as at present, and it should be the last thing I should think of that is, to give up going to war at this "glorious period." Mother, don't fear for me in any way. I shall keep right side up with care, and abstain from the use of all intoxicating liquors, profane language, and tobacco in every form. I will keep a journal of daily occurrences, and send to you in the form of letters, which please keep with great care. Nothing would, or will, keep me away from war, neither argument, persuasion, or force, nor anything but a dislike to A PATRIOTIC BOY.-The following is one of disobey you. Please don't procrastinate, but say the most remarkable letters we ever read from a "you will," "it's right," and "go ahead." I boy. The writer was only fifteen years old, and ought to be in the garden at work, but it has his appeals to his mother for liberty to join the "no charms for me." My mind is so worked up army are most striking. No one, whose whole that I'd rather take a flogging that would make me soul was not fully in the matter, could make raw all over, than give up the hopes and desires such ardent appeals. One sentence will be no- I have so long cherished. It is not for any peticed by parents the one in which he says that cuniary benefit which I may derive, for I only nothing, save the dissent of his mother, could spoke of that to let you see I could provide for keep him away from the field of strife. His myself when once installed into the army; but mother's assent was finally obtained, though she there is a deeper feeling which stirs up my whole hesitated for some time, as her boy was in a fa-frame, that tells me go and prosper." I have vorable situation, with excellent prospects for the only six cents in my pocket-book; it will take future. He left for the South in the Eighth regi- three to pay for this letter, and three to pay for ment Connecticut volunteers, in the capacity of a letter to cousin; so if you want me to write a drummer boy. Here is his letter: again, please send a stamp. I do not think it necessary to write any more until I am in the army. Please don't put me off. Write all the news, and don't miss a mail. WATERBURY, May, 1861. Dear Mother: I have not written you for some time, as I have had nothing to write. I want to ask a very important question. May I go to the war? I do not expect to go as a volunteer, but as an officer's servant. When I say "officer's servant," I don't mean that I shall be at the beck and call of the whole company, but I shall arrange the tent, and go on errands for the officer, and for him alone. My heart is in the work. If I assist an officer, there can be another man in the ranks. I shall be in little or no danger, because I shall not probably stand in the ranks. But what if I am in danger? I shall not die until my time comes; and if I am appointed to die in the "service of my country," I shall be there, and no earthly power can keep me away. What if I do die in my country's service? Who is not willing to die in battle, if, by so doing, he can perpetuate the freedom and liberty of this Nation through all time? Gen. Scott says that more die at home, out of the same number that go to war, than are killed in battle. Be patriotic, mother, and let me go; don't think that enough will go without me; no such thing should enter your mind; but have true patriotism, and be willing to sacrifice all you have, if need be, to let the "Star-spangled Banner in triumph wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave." GEN. LANDER AND THE BIBLE. One day a staff officer caught him with a Bible in his hand, and said: "General, do you ever search the Scriptures? Gen. Lander replied: "My mother gave me a Bible, which I have always carried with me. Once in the Rocky Mountains I had only fifteen pounds of flour. We used to collect grasshoppers at four o'clock in the day, to catch some fish for our supper at night. It was during the Mormon war, and my men desired to turn back. I was then searching for a route for the wagon road. 'I will turn back if the Bible says so,' said I, and we 6 will take it as an inspiration.' I opened the book at the following passage: "Go on, and search the mountain, and the gates of the city shall not be shut against you."" All concurred in the definite statement of the passage, and the heroic explorer once more led his men into the wild country of the Indians. INCIDENT OF ANTIETAM.-At the battle of Antietam, as one of the regiments was for the second time going into the conflict, a soldier staggered. It was from no wound, but in the group of dying and dead, through which they were passing, he saw his father, of another regiment, lying dead. There, too, was a wounded man who knew them both, who pointed to the father's corpse, and then upwards, saying only, "It is all right with him." Onward went the son, by his father's corpse, to do his duty in the line, which, with bayonets fixed, advanced upon the enemy. When the battle was over, he came back, and with other help, buried his father. From his person he took the only thing he had, a Bible, given to the father years before, when he was an apprentice. was apprehended that the rebels were going to "On one inspection occasion, a Sergeant, who had been wounded in the head, was pointed out to the surgeon in charge, as being considered well enough for the 'convalescent camp.' 'Don't send him,' says the doctor, with noble consideration for the patient, and, with a smile, added, HOMESICK IN THE HOSPITAL. A correspond-They are in the habit there of cutting off almost ent, writing from the general hospital at Nashville, everything that is wounded; if you send the man Tenn., says: "Perhaps the greatest fault military there, they may conclude to cut his head off.' To surgeons are apt to fall into, is to be too military save the gallant soldier's head, it was decided not in their treatment of their patients. A soldier, to send him to the 'convalescent camp.' Another when he enters a hospital as a patient, is no case of homesickness I am reminded of. A poor longer a soldier, but a patient, and should be boy, from the front, was brought into this ward, treated as such, and not as a soldier. In civil with the camp dysentery. A more attenuated life, we all know how tenderly the sick are treated, | living being I had never seen. Home, with him, and in the great majority of cases, how benefi- too, was the absorbing subject of his thoughts. cent to them is our medication. And, ordinarily, 'I want to see my mother,' was his constant uttoo, when a man is stricken down, even, with a terance. Often he wept like a child to go home. formidable disease, there are good constitutional I put him off from time to time, endeavoring to efforts in his system to carry him through his feed and stimulate him, to bring him into a condiillness. This is seldom the case with our hospi- tion fit to be sent home. One morning, coming tal patients. In their sickness we have gener- into the ward, I found his bed empty. • What! ally to contend with a broken-down or exhausted poor Jimmy dead?' I asked of the ward master. constitution, and often the babe in the cradle is "No,' he answered, 'Jimmy started for home, under not entitled to more tender and skilful treatment the care of our female nurse.' Here was a case to save its flickering life, than the now sick and where a resolute and conscientious woman volbroken-down soldier. Through want of a uni-untarily took charge of a helpless boy, to take form understanding on the part of our military, and even some of our medical officers on this very point, many lives are sacrificed. There is in this city the convalescent camp.' I don't believe our convalescent soldiers have any fear of any more dreadful doom than to be consigned to this place. When they get well of their diseases, they beg hard for some other destination than this camp. They will cheerfully go front, or to their regiments, or any other place, than the dreaded convalescent camp.' I think the reason for the odium this place has for the convalescent soldier, is the one above stated. They are treated as soldiers, and not as convalescents. "Soon after I got into this hospital, a very sick boy was brought into my ward from the 'convalescent camp. He had been prematurely sent to that place when recovering from pneumonia. It him to his home, a thousand miles away, solely because she felt that she could thereby save his life. She succeeded in getting him home alive, and we have heard he is now getting along well. "Homesickness is one of the most frequent, difficult, and annoying complications we have in the treatment of hospital patients. When a soldier gets sick, he wishes himself at home. It is well for the surgeon to gratify this feeling, when the patient is in a fit condition to go. And when the case is such that it is not for the patient's benefit to leave the hospital, and he cannot control himself to submit to circumstances, he is, in a medical point of view, exceedingly difficult to manage. It is thus that nostalgia has helped to send many a lamented soldier to his grave. "Great is the variety of wounds in a military hospital. One remarkable fact connected with |