Matted and damp are the curls of gold, Kiss him once for somebody's sake, Murmur a prayer both soft and low; One bright curl from its fair mates take— They were somebody's pride, you know; Somebody's hand hath rested there Was it a mother's, soft and white? And have the lips of a sister fair Been baptized in the waves of light? God knows best! he has somebody's love: Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay, Somebody clung to his parting hand. Somebody's waiting and watching for him— Yearning to hold him again to her heart; And there he lies with his blue eyes dim, And the smiling child-like lips apart. Tenderly bury the fair young dead, Pausing to drop on his grave a tear Carve in the wooden slab at his head, "Somebody's Darling lies sleeping here" SOUTHERN VALOR. A NORTHERN writer, in describing the battle of Corinth, Mississippi, which was fought on the 3d of October, 1862, between the Confederate army, under Generals Price and Van Dorn, and the Federal army, under General Rosecrans, and which is famed as one of the hardest fought battles of the war, thus describes the behavior of the Confederate troops: By the time this line was driven back, the other line with their reserves were well advanced in the direction of battery Robinett. During the period of seeming inaction when the Confederates had withdrawn to the cover of the timber, while preparing to make the two charges in question, General Price and his principal officers held a consultation to devise ways and means to take the battery. The importance of its capture was admitted, and the risk and danger of the attempt thoroughly canvassed. General Price would not undertake the responsibility of ordering the attack, but called for volunteers. Colonel Rogers, of Arkansas, immediately tendered his brigade as the forlorn hope, and Colonel Ross his brigade as a support. They massed their troops eight deep, and advanced under a heavy fire of double charges of grape and canister. A terrible enfilading and flanking fire was poured upon them from every battery bearing in that direction, aided by incessant volleys of musketry from the supports of the batteries and the Union regiments drawn up in line parallel with them. The first shell from Battery William exploded in the cen tre of the advancing column, sending thirty or forty to their long home. Every discharge caused huge gaps in their rauks. The effect of the Federal fire was like the falling of grain before the scythe. But this tremendous mortality did not affect their irresistible onward march. As fast as one man fell his comrade stepped forward in his place. Twice did they approach almost to the outer works of the battery, and twice they were compelled to fall back. The third time they reached the battery and planted their flag upon the edge. It was shot down-raised again-again shot down. They swarmed about the battery; they climbed over the parapets; they fired through the escarpments, and for a time it seemed as if they had secured the victory their valor had so richly earned. When they obtained the battery, the Federals who were working it fell back behind the projecting earth-works, out of reach from the Federal shell, and immediately all tho batteries bearing upon the position were turned upon Battery Robinett, and soon a shower of missiles was falling like hail upon the brave intruders. No mortal man could stand the fire, and they retreated. Slowly the brave remnant turned their unwilling steps toward the forest from which they started, when the order was given to the two regiments supporting the battery to charge. This order was splendidly executed. The miserable remnant of troops which the batteries had nearly destroyed was now almost annihilated. A few scattering troops were all that remained of the column which so valiantly attacked the battery scarcely an hour before. The dead bodies of rebels were piled up in and about the intrenchments, in some places eight and ten deep. In one place directly in front of the point of assault, two hundred and sixteen dead bodies were found within a space of a hundred feet by four, among them the commanders of both brigades making the assault-Colonel Rogers and Colonel Ross. This was the tommination of the engagement. MR. DAVIS'S TRAP FOR GRANT. THE following event is related as having occurred during the visit of President Davis to Bragg's army, just before the reverses at Missionary Ridge: Looking down one day from the summit of Lookout Mountain, and commanding a clear view into four States, and a very distant view into a fifth, Mr. Davis saw Grant's army almost beneath his feet, across the valley, working like beavers on their fortifications. "I have them now," said he, " in just the trap I set for them!" To which Lieutenant-General Pemberton, who was sitting on horseback beside him, replied: "Mr. Davis, you are commander-in-chief, and you are here. You think the enemy in a trap, and can be captured by vigor. ous assault. I have been blamed for not having ordered a general attack on the enemy when they were drawing around me their lines of circumvallation at Vicksburg. Do you now order an attack on those troops down there below us, and I will set you my life that not one man of the attacking column will ever come back across that valley, except as a prisoner." A REMARKABLE ADVENTURE. BRIGADIER-GENERAL ROGER A. PRYOR, during the battle between General Pope and the Confederates near Manassas, in August, 1862, had the misfortune to be taken a prisoner, but the corresponding good fortune to escape. He had started off on foot to call up two or three regi ments for reënforcements, and on his return found his com mand moved from the position in which he had left it. Thinking it had gone ahead, he too went on, wondering all the time where his men were, until he suddenly encountered two Yankee soldiers sitting at the foot of a hay-rick. His uniform being covered by a Mexican poncho, they did not observe that he was not one of their own men; nor was there any mark visible upon his person to indicate that he was an officer. They, accordingly, familiarly inquired how every thing was going on in front. He replied, "Very well;" and in the conversation which ensued, learned that he was a mile and a half within the Federal lines! They asked hin numerous questions, under some of which he began to quake and grow uneasy, fearing his inability, good lawyer though he is, to cope successfully with a cross-examination of such a dangerous character. He accordingly began to look about him to discover some means of escape. There was apparently none. He observed standing near him, however, the two muskets of the men, one of them with a bayonet, and the other without. The colloquy had not proceeded much further before one of them, looking at him keenly, asked him to what regiment, brigade, and division he belonged. And as Pryor hesi tated and stammered out his reply, the Yankee sprang to his feet and exclaimed, "You are a Rebel, and my prisoner!" In an instant, the general, who is a powerful man, and as active as a squirrel, seized the gun with the bayonet, and, before his antagonist could turn, ran him through the body twice. The other now jumped to his feet, apparently as if to escape, but he also received from Pryor a lunge that left him helpless on the field. Throwing down the musket, the general moved rapidly away in the direction from whence |