distinguishes the citizens of that gallant State. I knew much of this before I had seen her brave sons suffering a long and bitter exile from all that was dear to them-uncheered by hope of speedy return-cut off from their families hurled, in many cases, from affluence to povertycondemned to the disheartening spectacle of witnessing their possessions enjoyed, their friends imprisoned, and their State controlled, by an abhorred race, imported from New England to colonize and convert Maryland. And yet, I had seen them gallantly bearing a banner, which no hand of ours has been able to maintain on any spot of Maryland's soil, for thirty days, hoping against hope, while the weary years rolled on, for the day of deliverance, and faltering not, nor failing, though their hearts sank in the pain and palsy of that hope for ever deferred. So have I seen her daughters-many of them tenderly and delicately raised-forced to choose exile as the alternative of a jail-perchance for some act of common humanity—or voluntarily embracing the perils and hardships, because in their generous, loyal hearts, approving the principles and sympathizing with the sufferings of our beleaguered Confederacy, spending their days near the hospi tal cot, and devoting their nights to the toils of the busy needle, for an army that has never yet been strong enough to give them an escort for one short day to their hospitable city of monuments. All this have I seen, and have seen it oftentimes repeated, and I have placed it to the credit of that noble State against the recreancy of the few Marylanders who have skulked among us, and the many not Marylanders, who have counterfeited the name to cloak their cowardice. But it was not till I became a prisoner that I appreciated to the full the devotion of her children. When I saw them cheerfully enduring the privations of a long imprisonment, almost within sight of their own homes, many of them persecuted with solicitations from their nearest relatives to come out, take the oath, and enjoy every comfort that wealth and society can offer, all of them conscious that a word would unlock the prison gates and send them forth to their families, with no one to question or reproach them; and then learned, that of the many hundred Marylanders, at various periods, who were tenants of that pen,* some of whom are prisoners of over a year's standing, not five in all had taken the oath of allegiance to the Yankee Government, I felt that the best of us might take a lesson from their patriotic constancy. And when, a few months later, I saw some of these very men marched like felons through their own fair city, without permission to whisper a word--scarcely cast a look at mothers and sisters standing by, who were heart-hungry for the poor privilege of a mere greeting, and yet saw no cheek blanch, no inuscle quiver, no weakening of their proud resolve to fight the fight out for principle, through every sacrifice and every peril-calmly, nay, with a smile on their lips, half of triumph, half of scorn, answering the taunts of their keepers-they marching from prison to exile, while I was arching from prison to my home-I felt, as I now feel, the wish that the Confederacy was peopled by such men. Let not their names nor their deeds die-let some pen, meet for the task, gather now, while the events are fresh, the memorials of her children in this war for freedom where they have so little to hope, so much to fear-and though the fortune of war should separate them and the Confederacy from their beloved State, let history do justice to the faithful living, and let a nation's gratitude lay immortal laurels o'er "The sacred grave Of the last few who, vainly brave, *Point Lookout Prison. DON'T BELONG TO BUTLER'S ARMY. "WHEN our brigade (Hagood's)," writes a soldier, "was sent with other brigades, under General D. H. Hill, on a flanking expedition below Kingston, on the 8th of March 1865, ono of my men was examining the dead and wounded left by the enemy in the open field which we passed on our right. On attempting to turn over what he took to be a dead Federal, the aforesaid dead man exclaimed: "What do you want?" The grayback answered, "I only wanted to swap spoons with you." (This expression, in our division, signifying the exchanging of canteens etc., with prisoners.) The almost dying man replied indignantly, "I have no spoons; you must think I belong to Butler's army." CAVALRY vs. INFANTRY. THE cavalry and infantry were generally at daggers' points, and never failed to improve an opportunity for talking very plainly to each other. One day a dragoon was stopped by a foot soldier, and the following dialogue took place. Infantry." Mister, did you ever see a Yankee?" Cavalry. (Sharply.) "Yes." Infantry." Did he have on a blue coat ?" Cavalry. (More sharply.) "Yes." Infantry.-"Did you stop to look at him ?" Cavalry. (More sharply.) "Yes." Infantry.-(Very earnestly.) "Mister, please tell me if your hoss woz lame, or if your spurs woz broke?" DESTROYING A RAILROAD. THE Lynchburg "Republican" publishes a letter from Jackson's army, from which we extract the following. The letter is dated Bunker Hill, October 23d, 1862. **** Yesterday I took a ride to see the destruction done by our troops to the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, I left our camp near Martinsburg early in the morning, expecting to go about five or six miles, but kept following the numerous columns of smoke encircling the atmosphere, until I had gone about fifteen miles, and yet I could see smoke arising from the burning timbers along the road as far as the eye could reach. Falling in with one of General Jackson's aius, I learned that my brigade had been ordered back to this place, they having completed their work of destruction at Martinsburg. I turned my course in this direction, where I arrived at dark, and spent the night with Lieutenant Warwick, of the Wise Troop. I am now at General Jackson's headquarters, where I learned that the road was destroyed on yesterday to within three miles of Harper's Ferry, the Yankee fastness. About twenty-five or thirty miles of the road has been destroyed, and also many valuable buildings belonging to the company. The manner of destroying a railroad is thus: The track is torn up and the cross-ties piled up, then the iron rails are laid across the ties and fire communicated to the whole. When the iron becomes hot it falls at both ends and bends in the shape of the letter V. This renders the iron worthless until it is taken to the foundry and worked over. A CONFEDERATE HEROINE. A Northern correspondent writes: When the fight commenced we sent a shell directly through the roof of Mrs. Crittenden's house, when most of the family decamped. A Miss Crittenden, said to be comely and fair to look upon, refused, however, to absent herself and insisted upon remaining with the wounded Confederates, who were rapidly being carried to the house. Directly a shell came hurtling down through the roof and floors into the very apartment where the young lady was pouring in oil and wine. It did not burst, however, and she remained till the end, doing good. A SNOW-BALL BATTLE. COLONEL VAN BORCKE, in his "memories," gives the following description of a snow-ball engagement in General Lee's army: We were enlivened by snow-ball fights, which commenced as skirmishes near our headquarters, but extended over the neighboring camps, and assumed the aspect of general engagements. In front of our headquarters, beyond an open field of about half a mile square, Hood's division lay encamped in a piece of wood; in our immediate rear stretched the tents and huts of a part of M'Law's division. Between these two bodies of troops animated little skirmishes fre quently occurred whenever there was snow enough on the ground to furnish the ammunition; but on the morning of the 4th, an extensive expedition having been undertaken by several hundre l of M'Law's men against Hood's encampments, |