"Well, sir, I had no suspicion of it. It never" that time whin the ould Major came down like came from any request of mine. That's some of a flyin' divil on his chisnut mare with his illigant Washburne's work. I knew Washburne in Galena. sword, that, be jabers, is like a scythe blade, a He was a strong Republican, and I was a Demo- wavin' about his hid, and yelled to us to come crat, and I thought from that he never liked me on, and charge the bloody Yankees, be gorra, it very well. Hence we never had more than a was to Washington we thought we were goin' all business or street acquaintance. But when the the way, and the divil a time we were to stop at war broke out I found he had induced Governor all, at all, on the road, not aven for a dhrap of Yates to appoint me mustering officer of the wather. Illinois volunteers, and after that had something to do in having me commissioned Colonel of the Twenty-first regiment; and I suppose this is some of his work.'

"And he very leisurely rose up and pulled his black felt hat a little nearer his eyes, and made a few extra passes at his whiskers, and walked away with as much apparent unconcern as if some one had merely told him that his new suit of clothes was finished.

"Grant belongs to no church, yet he entertains and expresses the highest esteem for all the enterprises that tend to promote religion. When at home he generally attended the Methodist Episcopal Church. While he was Colonel of the Twenty-first regiment, he gave every encouragement and facility for securing a prompt and uniform observance of religious services, and was generally found in the audience listening to preaching.

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Shortly after I came into the regiment our mess were one day taking their usual seats around the dinner table, when he remarked:

“Chaplain, when I was at home, and ministers were stopping at my house, I always invited them to ask a blessing at the table. I suppose a blessing is as much needed here as at home; and if it is agreeable with your views, I should be glad to have you ask a blessing every time we sit down to eat.""

A GENTLEMAN, about whose Teutonic origin there could be but one opinion, was passing along the street, when he came to a halt before one of the huge posters, announcing the coming of the Panorama of Paradise Lost. He read this line, "A Rebellion in Heaven," when he broke forth as follows: "A Rebellion in Heaven: mine Got that lasts not long now - Onkel Abe ish tare."

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Well, sure enough, the ould feller wint in himself, and I after him, not thinking about anything at al., but jist goin' on. I jumped over a mite of a fence as tight as a toad, and took to the wather [Bull Run] like a duck; and whin I got to the middle of the strame I looked around, and the divil resave the one uv yez near me, I was alone intirely sure. Thin I thought, big fools as ye all are, that I was a bigger wan for not sthaying in the woods, like the rist of yez, and waiting for the spalpeens to come over. But as I was out there, I thought to meself, I'll take a look at how things is, how things is beyant, and p'raps I'll have a crack o' me goon. But divil uv a thing could I say. Jist as I was makin' up me mind to return to ye all, a big Yankee, who looked as if he was seventeen feet high, livilled his musket at me and fired. The bullet whistled by me ear wid a shrake worse than Tim Flangan's fife.

"Bad luck to ye, ye thafe o' the wurrld,' says I, 'what are ye thrying to shoot me fur? sure I niver done nothing to yez;' and thin I aimed shtraight betwane his eyes, and fired at him; but the murtherin' ball didn't tuch a hair uv his head that I mist. 'Be gorra,' sez I to meself, 'now I'll take ye a prisoner, anyhow;' and I put meself across the river as hard as iver I could. I joomped up the bank, and lookin' mighty fierce at 'im, I sed, 'Surrender, ye divil, or I'll blow yer brains out.' The fun uv it was, I'd forgot, in me charge upon the spalpeen, to load me goon at all, at all, and the bloody thafe must av knew it, for he made at me wid his bay'net, like a two-legged locomotive. By the powers but I was frightened. As he was coming down, lapin' several fate at a time, says I to meself, Pat, me boy, mind yer eye; now's yer time to kape wide awake, or you'll have a gimlet hole through yer valuable bow'lls, and Biddy Mullooney will be a widder.' Bad luck to the drillin', sure it's meself forgot to come to the charge. So I tuk me goon by the middle, just as ADVENTURES OF AN IRISHMAN.-Sitting in a ye wud hould a good ould-fashioned black-thorn rainy tent at Centreville, I overheard the follow-shillaly, and balanced meself fur 'im. As he come ing fragment of a conversation between a party down, the divil take me if I knew how to git that of Irish soldiers, which, for richness and raciness, bay'net point out o' the way. I twirled me musCharles Lever would have immortalized himself ket aroun' me head till me fingers ached; but by frescoing in one of his inimitable stories. The suddenly, bliss all the Hooly Saints fur it, a root company were detailing their experiences, "hairbreadth escapes by flood and field," spinning Munchausian yarns and cracking wonderful jokes, when one Pat Mullooney, a genuine son of the sod, broke in with an account of his adventures during the battle of Bull Run. I give you the ebullition entire, though haif its fun and force are lost by its tram ier to paper:

Ye see, gintlemin," said Pat ("God forgeve for calling such spalpeens out uv yer names"),

tuk the fut uv the bloody-minded rascal, and he went a sprawlin' on the turf, lookin' as pretty a lether X as ye iver signed to yer name; at the same time that his bay'net shtruck a fut in the ground, I gin a yell, and was on him before a pig could grunt, and put me fut on his neck. Surrender, ye divil,' said I; but the divil a word did he spake.

"I thought I had his throat too tight, an' I let him go, to give him a fair chance to utther his

ANECDOTES, POETRY, AND INCIDENTS.

sentiments. What d'ye think the spalpeen thried just at this moment the sun looked brightly to do? Sure it was to git his musket out uv the through a rift in the clouds, and threw a flood of ground an' shtruck me wid it agin. But shtill I brightness over the scene. didn't want to hurt the baste; so I jist hit 'im a formed in two lines, drawn with military precislittle crack in the head wid the butt o' me goon, ion. As the light fell upon their thousand glit an' broke his jaw. Then he became quiet, an' Itering bayonets, they presented above their heads Each regiment was made 'im take his musket and cross the crake, a line of the most spot.ess white; then, as they when I druv 'im to the hospital, an' the divil uv changed the position of the weapon to a charge, a dacenter, betther-behaved feller ye niver saw the line changed from above the dark mass of afther that. He laid in bed six wakes, and didn't men to their front, the rays of the sun, in the spake nary word. That's what I did at Bull Run. mean time, glancing from each weapon, and quivWho'll give me a poteen o' whiskey?" ering in the quarter of a circle formed in the movement, until it settled again into one long, bright line of spotless white, the whole forming one of the most fairy scenes on which the eye could rest. One finds it hard to believe that such solemn waving of the wing of the angel of death. a scene, so much like the moving of the wing of that angel who is clothed in light, is really the

CAMP LIFE.

DESCRIBED BY A SOLDIER.

to us, "Tell us of the camp, and how you live When leaving home, some of our friends said there." There is some difficulty in doing this. If our friends were at our elbow, asking us questions about what they were curious to know, then we could answer them; as it is, we will do the best we can to meet their wishes. forms the front. backwards, you have the tents of the men, each Every camp should have a parade ground. This company having their tents arranged in lines Beginning with this, and going facing on a street where the company forms, preparatory to marching on to the parade ground, and where they also meet for roll call, which oc curs three times each day and at eight in the evening. Next, after the tents of the men, come those of the commissioned offiat sunrise, at sunset, cers of the companies. These face on a street which runs at right angles with the company

Few can realize the real character of camp life, until they have tried its stern realities, until they forsake their brick and wooden walls for those of cotton. At home, where men only hear the roar of the storm, as its tones are muilled by the comfortable protections around them, and know of the rain only as it patters on the window panes, they can realize very little what it is to have the walls and roof of their dwellings shake, and quiver, and crack like the report of musketry, and not only hear the cold blast without, but feel it reeping in at many openings it is quite impossible to close. At home, locks and bars keep away intruders, and we lie down and sleep in stillness and safety. In camp, our locks are made of rope, and no other means are needed to open our doors than to untie a knot. Here, wake at what hour you may, and you hear the dull tread of the sentry, or are startled by the sharp challenge which he gives to some luckless wight, whose necessities have called him abroad at an unsea-streets. sonable hour. At home, the wakeful cock, or speaking bell from the neighboring steeple, tells you of the early dawn, and that the time has come to begin the duties of the rising day. Here, the sharp twang and roll of the martial drum start you into wakefulness, and make you feel the full reality of the strange and awful scenes which have been pressed upon the land by this most unnatural rebellion. At our fireside we hear only the peaceful hum of agriculture, or the arts; but here none of those things are seen or heard; their place is taken by the shrill tones of the fife, the stirring notes of the bugle, as its blasts reverber-proceed to pitch their tents, which, when raised ate among the hills, the almost constant roll of and spread, are fastened to their places by cords When the ground has been marked off, the men the drum, the firing of musketry, and the roar of and stakes; then a shallow trench is usually dug cannon. These, with the long ranks of martial around each, to carry away the water which may men passing from point to point, the tread of drip from the roof. The dirt from this trench is horsemen, and the sharp, quick voice of those in sometimes thrown into the middle of the tent to command, are scenes all new and strange to our raise the ground, thus avoiding the collection of land of peace and thriftful enterprise. All these water under the cloth. When this is done, the are scenes most intimately connected with camp occupant gets some boards for a floor, if he can; life. his bed by putting some stakes in the ground, on which he makes a platform, spreads it over with if this cannot be, he uses the ground. He makes some boughs of evergreen or straw, rolls himself in his blanket, and sleeps sweetly, dreaming, it may be, of home and glory.

Every plain is covered with tents, nearly every eminence with fortifications, bristling with cannon. An evening or two since, we saw several regiments on their respective grounds, at what is styled dress parade;" the day had been cloudy;

cooking and have their company fires. Here they meet of evenings to smoke, and talk, and sing. In this broad aisle the men do their Still back of these are the tents of the Colonel and staff. This is composed of the Colonel, Lieutenant-Colonel, Major, Adjutant, Quartermaster, Chaplain, and Surgeons, the tent of the Colonel forming the centre. of the parade ground, immediately in front of the Colonel's tert. The flag-staff is at the edge found the Quartermaster, Commissary, and Sutler's departments. In the rear of the whole may be