THE SONG OF THE CAMPS. was "an enemy of the South, in favor of confis- out of the town. Of course but few got away, cating their property, and arming their negroes, as it was after night, and the chivalric Lee opened and the property must be destroyed." He then his guns upon the town. He threw nearly two placed a guard around it, and gave special in- hundred shells, most of which did not explode, structions that it should not be destroyed until and but little damage was done. Several houses he gave the order. He seemed exceedingly were penetrated, but none of the citizens were infearful that he might miss the delightful spec-jured. Lee then retreated to witness his father's tacle of Mr. Stevens' works in flames. He Waterloo at Gettysburg. - Franklin Repository. then returned to Greenwood, where he had his headquarters, but returned the next day, and personally detailed Colonel French, of Jenkins' guerrillas, with his command, to illustrate Southern chivalry and humanity by applying the torch to the private property of Mr. Stevens because he was guilty of the crime of defending the Republic. The work of destruction was well done, and soon all the works were in ashes. The houses occupied by families were not fired. Some three thousand dollars worth of charcoal was destroyed, seven thousand pounds of bacon stolen, leaving the families of the laborers without food, in spite of the earnest representations made by Mr. Sweeney as to their necessitous condition. When the rebel horde first entered the State, flushed with the hope of easy victories on the field, and boundless plunder in Harrisburg, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington, they would yell insolently at every man or woman they met : "Well, Yank, how far to Harrisburg? "How far to Baltimore?" "What's the charge at the Continental?" "How do you like our return to the Union?" "Which is the way to Washington?" "How do you like Lincoln's Devils?" These and similar inquiries were made with a degree of arrogance and confidence that clearly betokened their expectations to see, as conquerors, all the cities named during their stay. When, however, their shattered and bleeding columns commenced their retreat on Saturday, after battle, there was but one inquiry made, alike by officers and men: "How far to the Potomac ?" "How far to the Potomac?" And thus their broken, decimated ranks straggled along the mountain passes, grasping for the last hope left them the Potomac ! The only engagement, beyond the skirmishing of scouts in the Cumberland Valley, was at Carlisle. General Lee had recalled his troops from York, Carlisle, and other points north, to join him at Gettysburg. General Fitzhugh Lee, with his division of cavalry, had crossed from Hanover Station to join General Rhodes at Carlisle ; but when he reached that point, he found General Smith in the town with several thousand Union troops. Lee was evidently disconcerted; and in order to lead General Smith to suppose that he had purposely advanced to engage him, and thus enable him to make his escape should Smith's force be very large, he at once demanded an immediate surrender of the town. This General Smith emphatically refused; and when a second demand for his surrender was sent him, he notified Lee that he would receive no more such communications from him. Twenty minutes were generously allowed by the son of the rebel Commander-in-Chief for women and children to get BY J. R. M. FAR away in the piny woods, "It is not to be weary and worn, It is not to feel hunger and thirst, "But to sit through the comfortless hours, To wonder how fares it with those But logs lie in plenty around;. "O, that north air cuts bitterly keen, "And have they enough to eat? May lads are growing boys, And my girl is a little tender thing, She would gladly work if she could, - "My oldest boy he can cut wood, And Johnny can carry it in; "I hope they don't cry with the cold Are there tears in my little girl's eyes? "Many rich folks are round them, I know, And their hearts are not hard nor cold; "They would go, like God's angels fair, And make the sorrowful glad with gifts "In this blessed Christmas-time, are educated. Old Farragut said: "I don't know how that would do; I am not sure whether you would stand fire." "O, yes, father, I could do that." "Very well, my boy, we'll try; come up with me here." The Admiral and his son went up together into the maintop; the old man had They would show, by their gentle and generous himself and the boy lashed to it, and in this way deeds, How He cometh in hearts again. "And my sickly, patient wife, And my little children three, Would be kindly warmed and fed and clothed As part of Christ's family. "Well, I leave it all with God, For my sight is short and dim; He cares for the falling sparrow; My dear ones are safe with Him." So the soldier watched through the night, they passed Port Hudson. The boy never flinched, while the shot and shell were flying past him. AN INCIDENT. On the evening previous to the battle of Sunday, at Bull Run, two of the Minnesota boys took it into their heads to forage a little, for amusement as well as eatables. Striking out from their encampment into the forest, they followed a narrow road some distance, until, turning a bend, five secession pickets appeared not fifty yards distant. The parties discovered each other simultaneously, and at once levelled their rifles and fired. Two of the Confederates fell dead, and one of the Minnesotians, the other also falling, however, but with the design of trapping the other three, who at once came How "PAT" ENTRAPPED AN OFFICER. - -The up, as they said, to "examine the d-d Yankees." Confederate pickets had stationed themselves on Drawing his revolver, the Minnesotian found he the road from Warrington, Virginia, through New had but two barrels loaded, and with these he Baltimore, a mile or two beyond the latter point. shot two of the pickets. Springing to his feet, and Seeing a mounted soldier approaching from be-snatching his sabre bayonet from his rifle, he low, they supposed him to be an enemy, and sent lunged at the survivor, who proved to be a stalforward one of their number, an Irish boy, newly wart Lieutenant, armed only with a heavy sword. recruited, to blarney him within reach. Patrick sauntered along on his mission, and when met by the Federal soldier was asked to what service he belonged. "And it's Mister Linkin, sure," answered Pat, "for it's a good Union boy I am." The other responded that he was the same. "Come wid me, then," says Pat, " and I'll take ye to the camp and show you to the boys, and ye shall have something to eat." On they moved, till the Federalist came near enough to see the homespun uniform of one of our men. This opened He stopped, and said he had forgotten his pipe, and would go back for it. "Niver mind the pipe, man," said Pat; "sure and we'll give you a pipe." The Yankee, however, insisted that he must go back, and started to execute his purpose. You are my prisoner!" said Pat, " and if you move a foot I'll kill ye!" The Yankee, however, resolved to take the chances of running the blockade, and had already gained some rods, when young Ireland fired upon him, killing him instantly. On examining the papers upon his per his eyes. son, he proved to be a Sergeant of a New York company. Accompanying the Sergeant rode a negro, who also led a third horse. All the horses were secured, but the negro escaped. FARRAGUT AND HIS SON. They were on the Mississippi, and Farragut's fleet was about to pass Port Hudson, which was then held by the Confederates. Farragut's son, a lad of about twelve, had been importuning his father that he might be sent to West Point, where the military cadets The superior skill of the Southerner was taxed to the utmost in parrying the vigorous thrusts and lunges of the brawny lumberman, and for several minutes the contest waged in silence, broken only by the rustle of the long grass by the roadside, and the clash of their weapons. Feigning fatigue, the Minnesotian fell back a few steps, and as his adversary closed upon him with a cat-like spring, he let his sabre come down on the head of his antagonist, and the game was up. Collecting the arms of the secessionists, he returned to the camp, where he obtained assistance, and buried the bodies of his companions and his foes in one grave. PICTURE OF ROBERT E. LEE-"General Lee is, almost without exception, the handsomest man of his age I ever saw," says an English writer, who passed some time with him in the field. "He is fifty-six years old, tall, broad-shouldered, very well made, well set up-a thorough soldier in appearance; and his manners are most courteous, and full of dignity. He is a perfect gentleman in every respect. I imagine no man has so few enemies, or is so universally esteemed. Through out the South, all agree in pronouncing him to be as near perfection as a man can be. He has none of the small vices, such as smoking, drinking, chewing, or swearing; and his bitterest enemy never accused him of any of the greater ones. He generally wears a well-worn long gray jacket, a high black felt hat, and blue trousers tucked into his Wellington boots. I never saw him carry arms, and the only mark of his military "They would go, like God's angels fair, And make the sorrowful glad with gifts "In this blessed Christmas-time, are educated. Old Farragut said: "I don't know how that would do; I am not sure whether you would stand fire." "O, yes, father, I could do that." "Very well, my boy, we'll try; come up with me here." The Admiral and his son went up together into the maintop; the old man had They would show, by their gentle and generous himself and the boy lashed to it, and in this way deeds, How He cometh in hearts again. "And my sickly, patient wife, And my little children three, Would be kindly warmed and fed and clothed "Well, I leave it all with God, For my sight is short and dim; So the soldier watched through the night, they passed Port Hudson. The boy never flinched, while the shot and shell were flying past hit. AN INCIDENT. On the evening previous to the battle of Sunday, at Bull Run, two of the Minnesota boys took it into their heads to forage a little, for amusement as well as eatables. Striking out from their encampment into the forest, they followed a narrow road some distance, until, turning a bend, five secession pickets appeared not fifty yards distant. The parties discovered each other simultaneously, and at once levelled their rifles and fired. Two of the Confederates fell dead, and one of the Minnesotians, the other also falling, however, but with the design of trapping the other three, who at once came How "PAT" ENTRAPPED AN OFFICER. -The up, as they said, to "examine the d-d Yankees.” Confederate pickets had stationed themselves on Drawing his revolver, the Minnesotian found he the road from Warrington, Virginia, through New had but two barrels loaded, and with these he Baltimore, a mile or two beyond the latter point. shot two of the pickets. Springing to his feet, and Seeing a mounted soldier approaching from be-snatching his sabre bayonet from his rifle, he. low, they supposed him to be an enemy, and sent lunged at the survivor, who proved to be a stalforward one of their number, an Irish boy, newly wart Lieutenant, armed only with a heavy sword. recruited, to blarney him within reach. Patrick sauntered along on his mission, and when met by the Federal soldier was asked to what service he belonged. "And it's Mister Linkin, sure," answered Pat, "for it's a good Union boy I am." The other responded that he was the same. "Come wid me, then," says Pat, " and I'll take ye to the camp and show you to the boys, and ye shall have something to eat." On they moved, till the Federalist came near enough to see the homespun uniform of one of our men. This opened his eyes. He stopped, and said he had forgotten his pipe, and would go back for it. "Niver mind the pipe, man," said Pat; "sure and we'll give you a pipe." The Yankee, however, insisted that he must go back, and started to execute his purpose. You are my prisoner!" said Pat, " and if you move a foot I'll kill ye!" The Yankee, however, resolved to take the chances of running the blockade, and had already gained some rods, when young Ireland fired upon him, killing him instantly. On examining the papers upon his person, he proved to be a Sergeant of a New York company. Accompanying the Sergeant rode a negro, who also led a third horse. All the horses were secured, but the negro escaped. 66 The superior skill of the Southerner was taxed to the utmost in parrying the vigorous thrusts and lunges of the brawny lumberman, and for several minutes the contest waged in silence, broken only by the rustle of the long grass by the roadside, and the clash of their weapons. Feigning fatigue, the Minnesotian fell back a few steps, and as his adversary closed upon him with a cat-like spring, he let his sabre come down on the head of his antagonist, and the game was up. Collecting the arms of the secessionists, he returned to the camp, where he obtained assistance, and buried the bodies of his companions and his foes in one grave. PICTURE OF ROBERT E. LEE-"General Lee is, almost without exception, the handsomest man of his age I ever saw," says an English writer, who passed some time with him in the field. "He is fifty-six years old, tall, broad-shouldered, very well made, well set up-a thorough soldier in appearance; and his manners are most courteous, and full of dignity. He is a perfect gentleman in every respect. I imagine no man has so few enemies, or is so universally esteemed. Throughout the South, all agree in pronouncing him to be as near perfection as a man can be. He has none of the small vices, such as smoking, drinking, chewing, or swearing; and his bitterest enemy never accused him of any of the greater ones. He generally wears a well-worn long gray jacket, a high black felt hat, and blue trousers tucked into his Wellington boots. I never saw him carry arms, and the only mark of his military |