expressed great pleasure in receiving it, and promised to read it; but that I came to one of his cooks, here in these quarters, and he was so exceedingly good that he didn't need a copy of the Word of God, and wouldn't have one!' 'Well,' said the man, completely conquered, if the President can take one I suppose I can,' as he reached out his hand and received it."

"In dress he is indifferent and careless, making no pretensions to style or fashionable military display. Had he continued Colonel till now, I think his uniform would have lasted till this day; for he never used it except on dress parade, and then seemed to regard it a good deal as David did Saul's armor.

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INCIDENT OF FAIR OAKS.-Edmund Q. Andrews, of the Fortieth New York regiment, was wounded at the battle of Fair Oaks, while in the act of taking aim at a rebel soldier. The ball entered the left side, striking a daguerreotype (on iron) of his wife, which he carried in his vest pocket, completely demolishing the picture, and cutting off the top of the bowl of a wooden pipe, which was also in his pocket. The ball then con-ably a half hour after the time for that duty. The tinued its course, entered the flesh, and, passing across the pit of his stomach, came out of his side. The sudden and strong concussion of the ball doubled him up, and it was a long time before he was able to regain his breath. As soon as he again found himself capable of standing on his feet, he raised his musket, and fired at the man who had shot him, when he once more fell upon the ground from pain and exhaustion.

Soon after, he discovered that the enemy were approaching him, when he managed to crawl off the field on his hands and knees. He remarked that he "thought he made good time, considering he was not used to walking on all fours."

A THOUGHT.

FALLING leaves and falling men!
When the snows of winter fall,
And the winds of winter blow,
Will be woven Nature's pall.

Let us, then, forsake our dead;
For the dead will surely wait
While we rush upon the foe,
Eager for the hero's fate.

Leaves will come upon the trees;
Spring will show the happy race;
Mothers will give birth to sons—

Loyal souls to fill our place.

Wherefore should we rest and rush?
Soldiers, we must fight and save
Freedom now, and give our foes

All their country should- a grave!

THINGS ABOUT GENERAL GRANT.-Rev. J. L. Crane, the chaplain of the regiment of which Lieutenant-General Grant was Colonel, gives the following interesting reminiscences of his private and military character:

"Grant," he says, "is about five feet ten inches in height, and will weigh one hundred and forty or forty-five pounds. He has a countenance indicative of reserve, and an indomitable will, and persistent purpose.

"His body is a vial of intense existence;' and yet when a stranger would see him in a crowd he would never think of asking his name. He is no dissembler. He is a sincere, thinking, real man. He is always cheerful. No toil, cold, heat, hunger, fatigue, or want of money depresses him. He does his work at the time, and he requires all under his command to be equally prompt. I was walking over the camp with him one morning after breakfast. It was usual for each company to call the roll at a given hour. It was now probColonel was quietly smoking his old meerschaum, and talking and walking along, when he noticed a company drawn up in line and the roll being called. He instantly drew his pipe from his mouth and exclaimed, Captain, this is no time for calling the roll. Order your men to their quarters immediately.' The command was instantly obeyed, and the Colonel resumed his smoking and walked on, conversing as quietly as if nothing had happened. For this violation of discipline those men went without rations that day, except what they gathered up privately from among their friends of other companies. Such a breach of order was never witnessed in the regi ment afterwards while he was its Colonel. This promptness is one of Grant's characteristics, and it is one of the secrets of his success.

“On one of our marches, when passing through one of these small towns where the grocery is the principal establishment, some of the lovers, of intoxication had broken away from our lines and filled their canteens with whiskey, and were soon reeling and ungovernable under its influence. While apparently stopping the regiment for rest, Grant passed quietly along and took each canteen, and wherever he detected the fatal odor, emptied the liquor on the ground with as much nonchalance as he would empty his pipe, and had the offenders tied behind the baggage wagons till they had sobered into soidierly propriety. On this point his orders were imperative: no whiskey nor intoxicating beverages were allowed in his camp.

"In the afternoon of a very hot day in July, 1861, while the regiment was stationed in the town of Mexico, Missouri, I had gone to the cars as they were passing, and procured the daily paper, and seated myself in the shadow of my tent to read the news. In the telegraphic column I soon came to the announcement that Grant, with several others, was made Brigadier-General. In a few minutes he came walking that way, and I called to him:

"Colonel, I have some news here that will interest you.'

What have you, Chaplain?'

"I see that you are made Brigadier-General.' "He seated himself by my side and remarked:

“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 goria, 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:

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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.""

"Well, sure enough, the ould feller wint in himself, and I after him, not thinking about anything at all, 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 A GENTLEMAN, about whose Teutonic origin the bloody thafe must av knew it, for he made at there could be but one opinion, was passing me wid his bay'net, like a two-legged locomotive. along the street, when he came to a halt before By the powers but I was frightened. As he was one of the huge posters, announcing the coming coming down, lapin' several fate at a time, says of the Panorama of Paradise Lost. He read I to meself, Pat, me boy, mind yer eye; now's this line, "A Rebellion in Heaven," when her yer time to kape wide awake, or you'll have a broke forth as follows: "A Rebellion in Heaven: gimlet hole through yer valuable bow'lls, and mine Got! that lasts not long now Onkel Abe Biddy Mullooney will be a widder.' Bad luck to ish tare." 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 yarus 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 half its fun and force are lost by its tran fer to paper:

Ye see, gintleman," said Pat ("God forgeve D 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

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. Each regiment was 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 glitan' broke his jaw. Then he became quiet, an' I tering bayonets, they presented above their heads made 'im take his musket and cross the crake, a line of the most spotless white; then, as they when I druv 'im to the hospital, an' the divil uvchanged the position of the weapon to a charge, a dacenter, betther-behaved feller ye niver saw afther that. He laid in bed six wakes, and didn't spake nary word. That's what I did at Bull Run. Who'll give me a poteen o' whiskey?"

CAMP LIFE.

DESCRIBED BY A SOLDIER.

the line changed from above the dark mass of men to their front, the rays of the sun, in the mean time, glancing from each weapon, and quivering 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 a scene, so much like the moving of the wing of that angel who is clothed in light, is really the solemn waving of the wing of the angel of death.

When leaving home, some of our friends said to us, "Tell us of the camp, and how you live 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.

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 mulled 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 quiv- Every camp should have a parade ground. This er, and crack like the report of musketry, and forms the front. Beginning with this, and going not only hear the cold blast without, but feel it backwards, you have the tents of the men, each creeping in at many openings it is quite impossi- company having their tents arranged in lines ble to close. At home, locks and bars keep away facing on a street where the company forms, preintruders, and we lie down and sleep in stillness paratory to marching on to the parade ground, and safety. In camp, our locks are made of and where they also meet for roll call, which oc rope, and no other means are needed to open our curs three times each day at sunrise, at sunset, doors than to untie a knot. Here, wake at what and at eight in the evening. Next, after the tents hour you may, and you hear the dull tread of the of the men, come those of the commissioned offsentry, or are startled by the sharp challenge cers of the companies. These face on a strect which he gives to some luckless wight, whose ne- which runs at right angles with the company cessities have called him abroad at an unsea-streets. In this broad aisle the men do their sonable hour. At home, the wakeful cock, or cooking and have their company fires. Here they speaking bell from the neighboring steeple, tells meet of evenings to smoke, and talk, and sing. you of the early dawn, and that the time has come Still back of these are the tents of the Colonel to begin the duties of the rising day. Here, the and staff. This is composed of the Colonel, Lieusharp twang and roll of the martial drum start tenant-Colonel, Major, Adjutant, Quartermaster, you into wakefulness, and make you feel the full Chaplain, and Surgeons, the tent of the Colonel reality of the strange and awful scenes which have forming the centre. The flag-staff is at the edge been pressed upon the land by this most unnat-of the parade ground, immediately in front of the ural rebellion. At our fireside we hear only the Colonel's tert. In the rear of the whole may be peaceful hum of agriculture, or the arts; but here found the Quartermaster, Commissary, and Sutnone of those things are seen or heard; their ler's departments. place is taken by the shrill tones of the fife, the When the ground has been marked off, the men 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 the drum, the firing of musketry, and the roar of caunou. These, with the long ranks of martial men passing from point to point, the tread of horsemen, and the sharp, quick voice of those in command, are scenes all new and strange to our land of peace and thriftful enterprise. All these are scenes most intimately connected with camp life.

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;

and spread, are fastened to their places by cords and stakes; then a shallow trench is usually dug around each, to carry away the water which may drip from the roof. The dirt from this trench is sometimes thrown into the middle of the tent to raise the ground, thus avoiding the collection of water under the cloth. When this is done, the occupant gets some boards for a floor, if he can; if this cannot be, he uses the ground. He makes his bed by putting some stakes in the ground, on which he makes a platform, spreads it over with some boughs of evergreen or straw, rolls himself in his blanket, and sleeps sweetly, dreaming, it may be, of home and glory.