good order. These latter will be of great service in arming the exchanged Vicksburg prisoners. But before closing I must tell you of a little affair in which Longstreet's artillery took a part Chattanooga, as you know, lies in a deep fold of the Teni essee River. In front of the town, and three miles east of it, Missionary Ridge runs from north to south, completely investing the town in this direction. On the west of the town Lookout Mountain, with its immense rocky 'lookout' peak, approaches within three miles, and rests upon the river which winds beneath its base. The Yankee line (the right wing of it) rests about three fourths of a mile from the base of the mountain. Our pickets occupy the base.

"The river makes a second fold just here, and in it is 'Moccason Ridge,' on the opposite side, where the Yankees have several casemated batteries, which guard their right flank. When on the mountain this ridge is just beneath you, say twelve hundred yards, but separated by the river. From this mountain you have one of the grandest views, at present, I ever beheld. You see the river far beneath vou in six separate and distinct places, like six lakes. You see the mountains of Alabama and Georgia and Tennessee in the distance, and just at your feet you see Chattanooga and the Yankee army, and in front of it you see the 'Star' fort, and also two formidable forts on the left wing, north of the town. You see their whole line of rifle pits, from north to south. Along the base of Missionary Ridge the Confederate tents are seen forming a beautiful crescent; and perched high upon the top of this ridge, overlooking this grand basin, you see four or five white tents, where General Bragg has his headquarters. Our army is strongly fortified upon the rising ground along the base of the ridge. I have ridden three

miles along these fortifications, and think they are the best of the kind I ever saw. Now for the little affair I spoke of. Colonel E. P. Alexander, General Longstreet's active and skillful Chief of Artillery, hoped he might be able to shell Chattanooga, or the enemy's camps, from this mountain, and three nights ago twenty long-ranged rifle pieces were brought up, after great difficulty. It was necessary to bring them up at night, because the mountain road is in many places commanded by the batteries on Moccason Ridge. We used mules in getting our heaviest pieces up. They pull with more steadiness than horses. Every gun was located behind some huge rock, so as to protect the cannoneers from the cross-fire of the 'Ridge.' The firing was begun by some guns upon the right in General Polk's corps. Only one gun in that quarter (twenty-four pound rifle gun) could reach the cnemy's line. At one P. M., order was given to open the rifles from the mountain. Parker's battery, being highest up the mountain, opened first, and then down among the rocky soils of the mountain. Jordan, Woolfolk's, and other batteries spoke out in thunder tones. The reverberations were truly grand. Old Moccason turned loose upon us with great fury; but munitions of rocks' secured us. All their guns being securely casemated, we could do them little or no injury; so we paid little or no attention to them. Colonel Alexander, with his glass and signal flag, took position higher up in the mountain, and watched the shots. Most of our fuses (nine tenths of them, indeed) were of no account, and hence there was great difficulty to see where our shot struck, only a few exploding. The Yankees in their rifle. pits made themselves remarkably small. They swarmed before the firing began, but soon disappeared from sight. We fired slowly, every cannoneer mounting the rocks and

watching the shot. After sinking the trail of the guns, so as to give an elevation of twenty-one degrees, the shots con tinued to fall short of the camps and the principal works of the enemy, and the order was given to cease firing. It has been reported we killed and wounded a few men in the advanced works. Last night at nine, four shots, at regular intervals and for special reasons, were fired at the town, and it was amusing to see the fires in the camps go out. The pickets, poor fellows, were the first to extinguish their little lights, which, like a thread of bright beads, encircled the great breast of the army. We have spent two nights upon the mountain. It is hard to say which is the most beautiful -the scene by night, when thousands of camp fires show the different lines of both armies with a dark, broad band between them, called 'neutral ground,' and when the picket by his little fire looks suspiciously into this dark terra incognita the livelong night, or the view after sunrise before the fog rises, when the valley northward and eastward, as far as the eye can reach, looks like one great ocean. The tops of the trees of Missionary Ridge, in the east, are seen above the great waste of water, and here and there in the great distance some mountain peak rears its head. I have seen celebrated pictures of Noah's deluge, but nothing comparable to this.

"The view by clear daylight is also very grand and beau tiful. The Yankees and their lines are seen with great distinctness, and appear so near that you think you could almost throw a stone into their camps. You see every wagon that moves, and every horse carried to water."

A SPICY CORRESPONDENCE.

DURING the march of General Lee's army through Northern Virginia to Maryland, General Jackson chanced to notice a number of stragglers from General Early's division. That night he caused the following note to be sent to his gallant subordinate:

"HEAD-QUARTERS, LEFT WING. "GENERAL:-General Jackson desires to know why he saw so many of your stragglers in rear of your division to-day? A. S. PENDLETON, A. A. G.

"(Signed,)

"To Major-General Early."

Old Jubal at once replied:

"HEAD-QUARTERS, EARLY'S DIVISION. "CAPTAIN :—In answer to your note, I would state that I think it probable that the reason why General Jackson saw so many of my stragglers on the march to-day is, that he rode in rear of my division.

Respectfully,

"J. A. EARLY, Major-General.

แ Captain A. S. Pendleton, A. A. G.”

The word "saw" was duly underscored with the general's boldest dash. Contrary to general expectation, General Jackson only smiled, and made no further inquiries about the curious investigators whom small-pox could not terrify.

CARRYING OUT HIS ORDERS.

HUGH MC- -, a son of the Emerald Isle, who had olunteered in the sixth regiment of South Carolina infantry, was stationed on the beach of Sullivan's Island, with strict orders to walk between two points, and to let no one pass him without the countersign, and that to be communicated only in a whisper. Two hours afterward, the corporal, with the relief, discovered, by the moonlight, Hugh up to his waist in water, the tide having set in since he was posted.

"Who goes there?" "Relief." "Halt, relief. Advance, corporal, and give the countersign."

Corporal." I'm not going in there to be drowned. Come out here, and let me relieve you."

Hugh. "Divil a bit of it. The lieutenant tould me not to lave me post."

Corporal." Well, then, I'll leave you in the water all night" (going away as he spoke).

Hugh.-"Halt! I'll put a hole in ye, if ye pass without the countersign. Them's me orders from the leftenant" (cocking and leveling his gun).

Corporal." Confound you, every body will hear it if I bawl out to you."

Hugh. "Yes, me darlin, and the leftenant said it must be given in a whasper. In with ye, me finger's on the trigger, and me gun may go off."

The corporal had to yield to the force of the argument and wade in to the faithful sentinel, who exclaimed: "Be jabers, it's well ye've come, the bloody tide has a most drowned me