be welcomed by you all; and that is the honorable name of the gallant commander of our brigade, Colonel Hunter. Therefore, the great gun shall hereafter answer to its name - the Hunter Gun. Now, parents anxiously listen to the first lispings of the infant's lips, and the mother's heart swells with joy when she catches the first utterance of her cherished babe, in the words, mamma, mamma!' but here I shall guarantee to you that this promising boy will speak for the first time, in loud, clear accents, those endearing words, papa, papa, papa!— patria mia, patria mia!' and, in name as in effect, he will hunt traitors from this fort, while the echo of his voice will be as sweet music, inviting the children of Columbia to share the comforts of his father's home; and thus may he soon speak, to the glory of the Stars and Stripes, honor to the name that he bears, and lasting credit to the Sixty-ninth New York."

fresh faces sleeping under glass that look as though they were in eternal sleep.

"Infants, with their white caps, looking like cherubs asleep, through the glass of metallic cases, awake not nor arise at the tread of the stranger.

"The fences were burned by the rebels, and the passing of hurrying feet and the tread of animals have worn off many of the graves until the occupants are exposed."— Letter of Sept. 1863.

A BATTLE WITHIN A BATTLE.-An officer of the Second Connecticut regiment, in a letter to his family, says: "The coolest thing I ever heard of happened at the battle of Fair Oaks. Right in the hottest of the battle, two of the Second's boys got at loggerheads with each other, threw down their muskets, and fell to at fisticuffs had it out, picked up their arms, and pitched into the rebels again. I have heard of a wheel within a wheel; but a battle within a battle is certainly something new."

cinnati gives the following touching incident of A YOUNG HERO. A correspondent at Cinthe hospital: "The eyes of a youth but twenty-one years of age, by name W. N. Bullard, of company yesterday morning, at the Marine Hospital in A, Eighth Illinois regiment, were closed in death

SCENES AT VICKSBURG. "As I was riding by a small, religious-looking church, cruciform in shape all churches do not look sacred-but this, in a grove of magnolia trees, with a small spire surmounted with the emblem of faith, gothic windows, and everything that tends to make it a place of worship, and inspire one with love for Him who holds the wind in the palm of His hand, who careth for the bird and feedeth the young lambs upon the hills, "I halted at the gateway, and noticed that the this city, by the tender hands of that nobleAfter dismounting and climb-hearted and faithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell, who ing a hill, I stood upon a level with the church. has been unwearied in her personal attention to Could it be? I could not realize until I walked to the sick and wounded since the establishment of the door and looked in. Not a vestige of floor, not the Marine as a military hospital for its present a remnant of a pew-altar gone. Even the string purpose. Young Bullard was shot in the breast pieces that supported the floor were gone. A few at Fort Donelson. The ball, a minie, tore his negroes sat in the corners cooking meat, while breast open, and lacerated an artery. He bled the smoke arose in reluctant wreaths, as though internally as well as externally. At every gasp, hesitating at the desecration. A beautiful marble as his end drew near, the blood spirted from his font lay broken upon the ground, while the bowl breast. He expired at nine o'clock. Early in was used for ordinary ablutions and the washing

doors were open.

of dishes.

"I asked how this had been done. Why,' said they, rebel cavalry used to camp in it, and they burned all the seats and the pulpit; we only

burned the floor.'

"I had a superstitious fear about entering it to look in the small side rooms, one of which had given forth sounds of praise, and in the other the sacred vestments of the priest were kept. The organ had long since vanished; the vestments Desecration and desolation sat here in silence- mournful reminder of a curse too deep for words, that Fate had uttered against the people who conceived this thing. What a fit comment on the rebellion! Churches desecrated, and graveyards defiled.

were gone.

"In a cemetery there are graves opened by curious, impious hands. One grave has the body of a celebrated duellist who was killed in Arkansas, opposite Memphis, embalmed. He looks like one sleeping. There are skulls that seem to laugh at the chaos which perplexes us, and

the day, when he became fully aware that he
could not live long, he showed that he clung to
life, and was loath to leave it; but he cried: If
if I could only see
could only see my mother
my mother before I die, I should be better satis-

I

fied.' He was conscious to the last moment, al

most, and after reminding Mrs. Caldwell that
there were several letters for his mother in his
portfolio, she breathed words of consolation to
you die for
him: You die in a glorious cause
your country.' 'Yes,' replied he, I am proud
to die for my country."

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not suppress a smile; and then rising, I said, as a coward, and unworthy the name of South'Well, men, I yield as a prisoner of war.' They ron. Every household that boasted a son was said, 'You have been shamming, you d-d Yan- robbed of its idol. The ranks swelled rapkee scoundrel, have you?' Certainly,' said I; idly, faces were missed from every corner, and 'everything is fair in war.' They then commenced from every home. And as the hurricane sweeps to abuse me, as a d-d Yankee this, and a d-d the stately forest before it, leaving sad destrucYankee that; when I turned upon them, and said, tion in its track, so were the youth swept from 'I have yielded as a prisoner of war; I demand their homes, and wildly cheered on to the batto be used as such. We in the North know how tle-fields, a sacrifice to the shrine of Ambition. to treat dogs better than you do men; now lead Wildly, enthusiastically, they left their homes. me to your commanding officer.' They gave me without one solid thought as to the true responanother volley of abuse, at which I merely smiled, sibilities of the undertaking. Their march to and then a shell, fired by our artillery to the place camp was more like going to the transient joys where I was seen to enter, burst like the wind of a ball-room or festival, than to the cold realiamongst us-skinning my nose, and scattering ties of the battle-field. They then thought the the rebel rascals like chaff. They seized their war would be of short duration that the Northmuskets, pointed two of them at me, and told me ern States would quail before the imposing array to come along, you d-d Yankee!' I still talked of the military and warlike South. They calcu with them to gain time, when another shell burst-lated without the cost. They dreamed not that ing amongst us, they moved on farther, calling they would be sent from the States to protect the to me to come on,' while I said, ‘Go ahead, lead | capital of the Confederacy, and participate in the the way, quick.' I then saw a favorable moment, sanguinary battles on the bloody fields of Virginia, and preferring freedom to a Southern prison, I while the homes they volunteered to defend, were made one bound into the woods, and went back left unprotected, and occupied by Federal troops. as fast as one leg would carry me. I felt very much exhausted, and was carried to the rear by some men and placed under a tree, when, with whiskey and care, I soon felt stronger, although my leg was stiff. They wished me to go in an ambulance to hospital, but I politely declined; and calling for an extra horse, I was lifted on his back, and returned to the field, and reported to General Newton for duty. He kindly told me that I had distinguished myself enough this day, and requested me to keep quiet."

Two years and a half have flown. A sad change has come over the prospect of the Confederacy. The Fourteenth Tennessee has met a terrible fate. Ever thrown into the front, it has fought in all the bloody contests of Virginia. The fickle Goddess of Fortune failed to smile upon the regiment. Each battle thinned their ranks; and when night closed over each day's fearful fight they counted their numbers, and knew that carnage had reigned with an unsparing hand. Steadily they have met the shock of battle, and O, how many hearts at home have been saddened by the results! The bright star of THE FOURTEENTH TENNESSEE. This regi- their destiny has gradually faded; and at the ment, when the prospects of the Confederacy late fierce battle of Gettysburg, the orb, dimmed opened so brilliant in 1861, left Clarksville, Tenn., in lustre, sank behind the red storm-cloud of with nine hundred and sixty men. They were of battle, on the field of disaster and blood. The the best families, and the pride of Montgomery regiment went into the fight with sixty men, al County. Young men, of fine education, sur-told, and in a desperate charge, where Federa rounded with superior comforts, and who were cannon and volleys of musketry swept the rug marked for high positions in civil community, left ged plain, the remaining sixty men of the once their homes, pleasant associations, and all the en- nine hundred and sixty were felled to the ground dearments of the fireside — left the legal bar, the dead, dying, wounded, and left in the hands of counting-room, and the hall of princely home on the enemy. We are told that in this charge only the plantation, to go into the Confederate ranks, three men out of the sixty escaped; all the res and exterminate the cowardly legions of a tyran- were killed or wounded. nical North. Wily statesmen appealed to the Thus the band that once was the pride of the chivalry of Southern hearts to break the bonds city of Clarksville has fallen. The rugged plains of Union, throw off a despotism, and strike for of Virginia are stained with their blood, and liberty, independence, and the firesides of home. every battle-field furnishes a grave for some of Ambitious fathers pointed to future glories of a the fallen. A gloom rests over the city; the Confederacy, and by acts, if not words, urged hopes and affections of the people were wrapped the son to go in defence of the Southern cause. in the regiment. The idols have fallen, and a Mothers kissed the parting boy oft without a void is left within their hearts. Their forms tear, and with a burning appeal to die nobly on sleep in a common grave, far from the scenes of the battle-field, saw him depart from the child- home. Fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters hood home. And girls, just budding into woman- now realize the terrible sacrifice that has been hood, the fairy schoolmates and early friends of made; and to know the victims were cheered on the young men, cheered them on to deeds of to the destiny, is a fact no less grievous than valor and glory. All was wild enthusiasm. Pop-true. Their pulses are now numbered with sorular frenzy ruled the hour, and he who refused to row; and turning to the past, a vivid picture is volunteer was coldly sneered at, and turned from | drawn - a noble boy passing from the threshold

of his home, going to the field of battle with almost a smile on his face, passing out into night and darkness forever!

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forty of the detachment, being all that were willing to go. Arriving on the southern side, they surprised the rebel camp, fired a volley into the sleeping rebels, and created an utter stampede. They captured about twenty rebels, including one officer. Then, destroying the camp, some stores, and four wagons of ammunition, they took all the pontoons over the river, and either burned or cut them to pieces. The balance of the bridge was destroyed, and the party came off without the loss of a man. Grenewald desired to perform the same thing at Williamsport, but his party declined to back him up. He was one of the most daring and reliable of scouts, and performed great service.

General

The early scenes of childhood and manhood are treasured, and form a bright past to the picture; but eternal night obscures the future. The pride of the household is fallen-fallen in a strange land, on a field where carnage held high revel. They only know that he is dead mortal knows not where the form sleeps - - the soldier's "sleep that knows no waking.' Strange hands have gathered the dead, and heaped the bodies together in one rude and common burial. Friends may visit the battle-ground in search of the lost loved, but return bewildered with the sickening scene, where a wilderness of trenches form a common grave for thousands of friend and foe. SHERMAN'S FLANK MOVEMENTS. Yes, the sacrifice has been made; the heart Sherman's strategy in flanking the rebels out of is robbed of its idol; death has claimed the vic- their strong positions puzzled the natives a good tim, and we know not where the loved one sleeps. deal. A young woman said it was not fair to He died with a ghastly wound, writhed in pain; fight the Southern soldiers "on end." She then no mother soothed his brow; no sister held the went on to say, that the day before General refreshing draught to his lips-rolled his glassy Bragg had formed "two streaks of fight" in eyes heavenward; no father knelt in prayer; but their door-yard with "walking soldiers," and alone-his ears filled with the roar of cannon, General Wheeler formed "one streak of fight the rattle of musketry and the groans of fellow- with critter soldiers"-meaning cavalry-bewounded his lips parted, and parched in death hind the house, but that Joe Hooker had come agony; and death and blood everywhere meet-up and flanked Bragg, and made him fall back, ing the cold stare of his fading eyesight, the icy which he did in such a hurry, that he "upset chill steals over his body- one struggle-one dad's ash-hopper plant," which cost two dollars gasp, and the soul is freed from the "prison- and fifty cents in Atlanta; and “dad was a-goin' house of pain"! The sacrifice is complete: am- to sue Bragg for waste." bition is satisfied, and turns to gloat with fiendish delight over new victims.

Ah! what a terrible responsibility rests upon those that inaugurated this unholy war, and who have sacrificed so many lives for the accomplishment of their desires. May the pale shadows of their victims haunt their day dreams, and appear in ghostly form in all their night visions. May the cold stare of their accusing eyes haunt them continually, stagger their brain with wild fancies, and demons ever howl their guilt in their ears.

THE DEATH OF GENERAL LYTLE.-A soldier of Chickamauga relates the following: "The noble General died as a soldier loves to die, with his brave men around him, steadily fighting vastly superior numbers. A moment before he received the fatal wound, he said: Brave Wisconsin boys, I am proud of you!' and with renewed vigor they poured in their fire, though their numbers were rapidly decreasing. And he was justly proud of them, for I never saw men stand up to their work so steadily and coolly, and I am glad to have the privilege of saying it to you, their old commander. How your heart would have swelled, and your eyes kindled, if you had seen them go in and stay, until unsupported on both flanks they were compelled to fall back, and not then until poor Lytle had been carried away from their immediate vicinity, where he had been sitting on his horse, encouraging them by his cheering words."

LEONARD GRENEWALD. -The destruction of the pontoon bridge and train at Falling Waters, in July, 1863, was one of the most daring exploits of the war, and the credit of it belongs mainly to Leonard Grenewald, chief of the Gray Eagle Scouts, and formerly of the Jessie Scouts. During previous trips, he had ascertained the strength of the ground and location of the bridge, and finally obtained from General French a detail of two hundred men from the First Virginia and Thirteenth and Fourteenth New York cavalry, under Major Foley and Lieutenant Dawson, to undertake its destruction. They arrived at the Potomac in the morning, just at daylight, and "A venerable farmer, from a neighboring counfound the character of the bridge to be part tres- ty, one of that kind for whom Kentucky has an tle work, with pontoons in the centre, which were instinctive veneration, appeared in the Legislacarefully floated out every evening, and taken to tive Hall, uncovered his snowy locks, and sat the Virginia shore, rendering the bridge useless down. At the first lull in the debate, he rose for the night. Lieutenant Dawson and Grene- slowly, and said he had a word to say, but was wald then swam the river, and brought back sev-aware it was out of order for him to speak before eral pontoons, with which they ferried over some the Legislature while in session. His dignified

THE SPIRIT OF KENTUCKY.-The Cleveland Plaindealer related the following incident, which transpired in the Kentucky Legislature:

and venerable appearance arrested attention, and 'Go on,' 'Go on,' from several voices, seemed to keep him on his feet. Again expressing his diffidence at speaking, out of propriety Hear! hear!' resounded generally over the room. The members' curiosity, as well as respect, for the appearance and manner of the man was up, and silence followed the Hear! hear!' when the old hero delivered the following eloquent, but laconic speech:

"Gentlemen: I am delegated by my county to inform you, that if you hold a secret session here, as you threaten to do, not one stone of this Capitol will rest upon another twenty-four hours after. Good day!' and he left."

STORY OF A NORTH CAROLINA NEGRO.-A slave related this story to a member of the Twenty-seventh Massachusetts regiment, while at New

bern:

spent the night. Meantime, it had been currently reported in the village and vicinity, that an impostor, pretending to be John Morgan, was at the house of Mr. N. Next morning about twenty of the "Home Guards" assembled, and, under the direction of their efficient Captain, arrested him. He quietly submitted, and assured them that, if he failed to prove his identity, he would accompany them to Atlanta. About this time, one or two gentlemen, who had seen him, recognized him, and some facts were developed which satisfied the Home Guards that they had captured the veritable John H. Morgan! Of course, he was at once released. Before leaving, he addressed the crowd briefly, commending, in the highest terms, the vigilance they displayed; advised them to arrest all persons who could not give a satisfactory account of themselves; and closed with the playful remark that twenty men had accomplished, in Rabun, what it required forty

thousand in Ohio to do!

The crowd gave nine cheers for Morgan, and

"I was owned up the country [the western part of the State] by a man who had a large he proceeded on his way to Walhalla. plantation, and four or five hundred slaves. I was well used, every way, by him, and one day he told me to carry a letter to a man in Raleigh. I knew this man was a speculator in slaves, and I was suspicious that all was not right; but I could not believe my master would deceive me; so I started. On my way, I met a free colored man that I was acquainted with, and he could read. I told him where I was going, and for what. He asked to see the letter. It was not sealed, and he took it out and read it to me. It was a bill of sale, and I was one of the lot; and we were sold to go to Alabama. My master had taken this way to deliver me, rather than have a 'scene,' as it is termed; and this speculator was to seize me upon my appearance, and send me South. I had rather have died than gone; so, after thinking it over, and consulting my colored friend, I, with his help, got a couple of knives and a good rifle, a few clothes and some provisions, and took to the bush [woods and swamps], where I could defy pursuit. There I lived and suffered seven years, relying upon my trusty rifle for food, and got so expert that I could kill a coon or bear at forty rods every time. [Bears are, and were, somewhat numerous here in the swamp.]

DEATH OF A BERDAN SHARPSHOOTER. -A correspondent of a Southern paper says:

"A gentleman informs us of the death of one of McClellan's sharpshooters, on the Peninsula, under circumstances which possess interest sufficient to give them to the public. Several of our men, it seems, were killed while going to a spring near by, but by whom no one could imagine. It was at last determined to stop this inhuman game, if possible, even at the cost of killing the hireling himself, who was thus in cold blood butchering our men. So a sharp lookout was kept for this sharpshooter, and the next time he fired the smoke of his rifle revealed the locality of his pit.

"I heard when the war broke out, and heard when Burnside took Newbern; so I made tracks for the Union people, and when I came in here, I went straight to Burnside's headquarters, and told him my story. He told me to take off my coat, which was nothing but rags, and he gave me one of his own coats, and called me a brave fellow."

MORGAN'S ESCAPE. - The following incident is connected with the remarkable escape of Morgan from his Northern imprisonment:

Having made application to two respectable citizens of Clayton, Rabun County, Georgia, for a night's lodgings, and been refused because they thought he was an impostor, and recognized him, Mr. N. invited him to his house, where he

That night a pit was dug by the Confederate soldiers, commanding the position of the Yankee sharpshooter, and arrangements made to get rid of the annoying creature. For this purpose a young Kentuckian was placed in our pit, with a trusty rifle, and provisions enough to last him until the next night. Next morning early a man was despatched, as usual, with two buckets to go to the spring. He had proceeded about two hundred yards, when the Yankee marksman elevated himself, and placing his rifle to his shoulder, was about to pull trigger; but the Kentuckian was too quick for him, for he pulled his trigger first, and simultaneously therewith the Yankee fell.

"Upon repairing to the spot, which the Kentuckian did immediately, he discovered a riflepit, and a sturdy Yankee in it, in the last agonies of expiring nature. The pit was provided with a cushioned chair, pipes and tobacco, liquors and provisions. But the rifle which had been used was really a valuable prize. It was of most superb manufacture, and supplied with the latest invention an improved telescopic sight upon its end. The pit had been dug at night, and its occupant had been provisioned at night; so, but for a sharp lookout for the smoke of his gun, there is no saying how long this Yankee vandal would