Colonel Sigel was now anxious to reach Carthage, three miles distant, and to take a position in the woods north of that place, on the Sarcoxie road, so as to prevent the annoyance of the Rebel cavalry. This movement took from half-past six to half-past eight o'clock in the evening, and here was the hottest fighting of the day; the enemy appreciating the colonel's desire to get under cover of the woods, stubbornly resisted his progress. Finally, against great disparity of numbers, he gained the timber, when the enemy retired to Carthage.

Ascertaining soon that the Rebels had given up the day, Sigel then immediately took up his line of march, and pressed on twelve or fourteen miles to Sarcoxie, where they arrived, without further trouble, at three o'clock in the morning, after a most arduous and heroic struggle of twenty-four consecutive hours. Here they partook of refreshments and rest till the next evening, when they marched to Mt. Vernon, in Lawrence county, where they were heartily welcomed and hospitably entertained.

The loss of the Rebels in the affair above narrated, according to their own acknowledgment, was 500, while the loss of the Government troops was only 10 killed, 43 wounded, of whom 11 died, and 4 missing; making a total of 57.

The assault, on the part of Colonel Sigel, was very bold and dreadfully destructive to the enemy. The retreat was one of the most skillfully conducted, brave, orderly, and successful on record; partaking more of the nature of victory than of defeat. In fact it was a retrogradely fought battle, in which the enemy was held completely in check and foiled at every point; and had Colonel Sigel's expected reinforcements from Neosho

and Sarcoxie met him at Carthage, his victory would have been complete.

The object of Colonel Sigel in giving battle as he did was probably to intercept the Rebels' march on Carthage, and cut up their forces in detail, if possible, and and thus prevent their junction, and keep them in check till the arrival of General Lyon and Major Sturgis, both of whom, though yet north of the Osage, might possibly reach Springfield in six or eight days. The guard of 120 men left by Sigel at Neosho, were subsequently captured by Ben McCulloch's Arkansas troops, and released on taking oath not to bear arms against the Southern Confederacy.

"I FIGHTS MIT SIGEL."

I met him one morn, he was trudging along,
His knapsack with chickens was swelling,

He'd "blenkered" those dainties, and thought it no wrong,
From some Secessionist's dwelling.

"What regiment's yours? and under whose flag

Do you fight?" said I, touching his shoulder,

Turning slowly around he smilingly said,

(For the thought made him stronger and bolder,)
"I fights mit Sigel."

The next time I saw him his knapsack was gone,
His cap and his canteen were missing;
Shell, shrapnell and grape, and the swift rifle ball,
Around him and o'er him were hissing:

"How are you my friend, and where have you been,
And for what and for whom are you fighting?"
He said, as a shell from the enemy's gun

Sent his arm and his musket a "kiting,"

"I fights mit Sigel."

And once more I saw him and knelt by his side,-
His life blood was rapidly flowing:

I whispered of home, wife, children and friends,
And the bright land to which he was going.
"And have you no word for the dear ones at home,
The 'wee one,' the father or mother?"

"Yaw! yaw!" said he, "tell them, oh tell them,”—(quite done,
Poor fellow! he thought of no other)—

"I fights mit Sigel."

We scooped out a grave, and he dreamlessly sleeps
On the banks of the Shenando' river;

His home and his kindred alike are unknown,

His reward in the hands of the Giver.

We placed a rough board at the head of his grave,
"And we left him alone in his glory,"

But on it we marked, ere we turned from the spot,
The little we knew of his story-

"I fights mit Sigel."

STORY XVI.

GRANT P. ROBINSON.

AN AFFECTING INCIDENT OF THE WAR.

THE following incident affords a striking but sad illustration of the effects of civil war: In the fall of 1860, a young gentleman of Richmond was introduced, by a mutual friend, to a young lady belonging to a family in Alexandria. The young people soon became intimately acquainted, and, quite naturally, fell in love. The parents on both sides consenting, the parties were betrothed, and the marriage day was fixed for the 4th of July ensuing.

In the meantime, however, Virginians were called

upon to decide on which side they would stand. The lady declared herself on the side of the Government, but the gentleman joined the Rebel forces. No opportunity was afforded for the interchange of sentiments between the young folks, or anything settled as to their future movements.

Matters remained thus till the 4th of July, 1861, when, exactly within an hour of the time originally fixed for the marriage, intelligence was conveyed to the residence of the lady that the young man had been shot by a sentry, two days before, while attempting to desert and join his bride. His betrothed did not shed a tear, but, standing erect, smiled, and then remarking to her mother, "I am going to desert, too," fell to the floor, while the life-blood bubbled from her lips, and the next morning she was carried to her last resting place. [N. Y. EXPRESS.

DAVE TOD, otherwise "Tod and Victory," spent about ten thousand dollars in getting up a regiment for the war, and his son belonged to it and carried a musket. Of course, as Mr. Tod was a man of distinction and wealth, his son could have had a commission, whether he was of any account or not. But that was not old Dave's way. His son must go into the ranks. The boy is a good one, too-one of the best shots in the regiment-and has the reputation of killing two of the prowling Secession assassins. Honor to whom honor is due; and who deserves it better than the efficient Governor Tod, of Ohio?

STORY XVII.

TRAGEDY OF THE SCHOONER S. J. WARING.

THE schooner S. J. Waring, Captain Francis Smith, the third day out from New York, on the 7th of July, 1861, being 150 miles from Sandy Hook. in latitude 38° 55', and longitude 69° 4', was brought to by the Rebel privateer brig Jeff. Davis. A boat full of men was sent alongside, who ordered the captain to haul down the United States flag, and declared the Waring a prize.

They took from her a quantity of provisions, and then, taking away Captain Smith, the two mates and two seamen, leaving the steward, two seamen and a passenger on board, they placed on her, as a prize crew, Montague Amiel, a Charleston pilot, in command, Stevens, mate, Malcom Sidney, second mate, and two

men.

Of the tragedy which subsequently ensued, the following is a narrative of the steward, William Tillman, a colored man, and the hero of it. He is described as being "of medium height. rather strongly built, crisp hair, nearly unmixed negro blood, bearing in his pockmarked countenance an expression of honesty and strong common sense, with some touches of humor." He says he was born of free colored parents, in Milford, Delaware, and was twenty-seven years old, and had followed the sea ten years.

"The schooner S. J. Waring had started on a voyage to Montevideo, with an assorted cargo, which, with the vessel, was valued at $100,000.