arrangement, I announced my determination to stay where I was until I was released by the military authorities, with whom I demanded an immediate audience.

A very handsome cavalry officer, called Captain Yerger, shortly afterward arrived, who released me at once asked me to his mother's house, and promised that I should join a brigade which was to march for General Johnston's camp on the following morning.

All the citizens seemed to be satisfied by the result of my interview with Captain Yerger, and most of them insisted on shaking hands and "liquoring up" in horrible whisky. Smythe, however, was an exception to this rule. He evidently thought he had effected a grand capture, and was not at all satisfied with the turn of affairs. I believe, to his dying day, he will think I am a spy.

ANECDOTES OF STONEWALL JACKSON.

(A YANKEE captain, captured in the battles beyond Richmond, was brought to some brigadier's headquarters. Being fatigued, he laid down under a tree to rest. Pretty soon, General Lee and staff rode up. The Yankee asked who he was, and when told, praised his soldierly appearance in extravagant terms. Not long after, Jackson and his staff rode up. When told that that was Jackson, the Yankee bounced to us feet, in great excitement, showing that he was much more anxious to see Old Stonewall than Lee. He gazed at him a long time. "And that's Stonewall Jackson?" "Yes." "Waal, I swan he ain't much for looks;" and with that he laid down and went to sleep

During During the same battles, a straggler who had built a nice fire in the old field and was enjoying it all to himself, observed what he took to be a squad of cavalry. The man in front seemed to be reeling in his saddle. The straggler ran out to him and said, "Look here, old fellow, you are mighty happy. Where do you get your liquor from? Give me some, I'm as dry as a powder-horn." Imagine his feelings when he found it was Jackson-the most ungraceful rider in the army, and who naturally swayed from side to side.)

GENERAL LEE.

GENERAL I. LE is, almost without exception, the handsomest man of his age I ever saw," says an English writer, who passed some sime with him in the field. "He is fifty-six years old, tall, broad-shouldered, very well made, well set up -a thorough soldier in appearance; and his manners are most courteous, and full of dignity. He is a perfect gentleman, in every respect. I imagine no man has so few enemies, or is so universally esteemed. Throughout the South, all agree in pronouncing him to be as near perfection as a man can be. He has none of the small vices, such as smoking, drinking, chewing, or swearing; and his bitterest enemy never accused him of any of the greater ones. He generally wears a well-worn, long gray jacket, a high black felt hat, and blue trousers, tucked into his Wellington boots. I never saw him carry arms, and the only mark of his military rank are the three stars on his collar. He rides a handsome horse, which is extremely well groomed. (He himself is very neat

in his dress and person, and, in the most arduous marches, he always looks smart and clean.)

"In the old army he was always considered one of its best officers, and at the outbreak of these troubles he was Lieutenant-Colonel of the second cavalry. He was a rich man, but his fine estate was one of the first to fall into the enemy's hands. I believe he has not slept in a house since he has commanded the Virginian army, and he invariably declines all offers of hospitality, for fear the person offering it may afterward get into trouble for having sheltered the rebel General. The relations between him and Longstreet are quite touching. They are almost always together. Longstreet's corps complain of this sometimes, as, they say, they seldom get a chance of detached service, which falls to the lot of Ewell. It is impossible to please Longstreet more than by praising Lee. I believe these two Generals to be as little ambitious, and as thoroughly unselfish, as any men in the world. Both long for a successful termination of the war, in order that they may retire into obscurity. Stonewall Jackson (until his death the third in command of their army) was just such another simple-minded servant of his country. It is understood that General Lee is a religious man, though not as demonstrative, in that respect, as Jackson; and, unlike his late brother-in-arms, he is a member of the Church of England. His only faults, so far as I can learn, arise from his excessive amiability.")

JACKSON AT KERNSTOWN.

JACKSON was watching the progress of the action, from a point near at hand, when suddenly, to his inexpressible

chagrin, he saw the lines of his old brigade fall back. He galloped to the spot-stern, fiery, and menacing as Washington at Monmouth-and imperatively ordering General Garnett to hold his ground, pushed forward to stop and rally the men. Seeing a drummer retreating like the rest, he seized him by the shoulder, dragged him to a rise in the ground, in full view of all the troops, and said in his curt quick tones: "Beat the rally!"

The drum rolled at his order, and with his hand on the frightened drummer's shoulder, amid a storm of balls, Jackson saw that the disordered lines were reformed and brought into something like order.-Cooke's "Life of Stonewall Jackson."

SIDNEY JOHNSON'S PATRIOTISM.

LIEUTENANT-COLONEL JACK, of the late General Johnson's staff, relates the following incident:

It was after a conversation on the subject of the war, on a bright morning when the winter's sun was shining out, and nature was assuming the smiles of spring, that, looking around upon the surrounding landscape of beauty, General Johnson burst forth, with the enthusiasm of an ardent nature: "Who could be a coward when called to the defence of a country like this!"

A SLIGHT MISTAKE.

"Nor long since," wrote a soldier, "a lot of us--I am a H. P., 'high private,' now-were quartered in several

wooden tenements, and in the inner room of one lay the corpus of a young Confederate officer awaiting burial. The news soon spread to a village not far off, and down came a sentimental, not bad-looking specimen of a Virginia dame.

"Let me kiss him for his mother!' she cried, as I interrupted her progress. 'Do let me kiss him for his mother l' "Kiss whom !'

"The dear little Lieutenant, the one who lies dead within. I never saw him, but, O'

"I led her through a room in which Lieutenant ———, of New Orleans, lay stretched out in an up-turned trough, fast asleep. Supposing him to be the article sought for, she rushed up, exclaiming: 'Let me kiss him for his mother,' and approached her lips to his forehead. What was her amazement, when the 'corpse' clasped his arms around her, and exclaimed: 'Never mind the old lady, miss; go it on your own account. I haven't the slightest objection.''

CROSSING THE BORDER.*

WE were in the saddle again an hour before sunset, our next point be ng a log-hut on the very topmost ridge of the Alleghenies, wherein dwelt a man said to be better acquainted than any other in the country round, with the passes leading into the Shenandoah Valley. We ascertained, beyond a doubt, that a company was stationed at Greenland Gap, close to which it was absolutely necessary we should pass; but with a thoroughly good local guide, we might fairly

* From "Border and Bastile." By the author of "Guy Livingstone.'