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ing the garrisons of both places—sixty men of the 2d Oki* Regiment, with their horses and •quipmeits, were captured. * R. E. Lb», General. • RX. JOHXSTOS'S ORDER. Hbadq’r* Army oi Tekxbssm, "t Charlotte, Feb. 15, 1865. / In obedience to orders of the Commander-in- Cliief, the undersigned assumes command, at this point, and of all troops in tin Department of Georgia and Florida. He takes this position with strong hopes, be cause he will hare in the council and field the aid of the talents and skill of the distinguished general whom lie succeeds. He exhorts all absent soldiers of the Army of Tennessee to rejoin their regiments, and again confront tho enemy they have so often encountered in North Georgia, and always with honor. He assures his comrades in this army who are still with their colors, that the confidence in their discipline and valor which he lias pub licly expressed, is undiminished. J. E. Johnston, General. Receipts Os Monies by J. li. Burke. 'Treasurer, from February 1, 1865, to March 15, 1865. Rev W F Camp, Agent SB,OOO 85 Rev VV II Armstrong, Alabama 20 00 Mrs 11 L Williugton 10 00 W G Hill, 28th Alabama HO 00 Rev E B Duncan 100 00 Col D C Barrow, Athens, Ga . .10 00 M Thompson, Centreville, Ala HO 00 Prof H Tutwiler, Havoun, Ala 10 00 Prof Theo. Armstrong, Euta'w., Ala ... .10 00 E P Bulwer Baldwin, Bake City, Fla 10 00 Tennessee Soldier 25 00 Mrs Martha A Dixon 10 00 Rev S A Clarke 10 00 A M Sikes 10 00 Lewis D Palmer 10 00 Mrs. Sallie Jackson 20 00 Eliza Herring 10 00 J H Miller 10 00 B L Cochran 10 00 Anthony Brandy HO 00 Rev W A Parks, Agent . .409 00 Mrs R Mayne 5 00 Geo Kellogg 10 00 Mrs Susan W Evans 10 00 T P Stringer 10 00 Miss Jane E Ramsey 20 00 Miss Delia Jewett 20 00 Mrs Sarah Boggs 5 OU llev A J Dean SO 00 Miss Fannie Coachman 31 00 Miss Carloss. 10 00 Rev W A Parks, Agent, (Lanier Ct.,). .240 00 Rev J B McFerrin, for W E Howard. .. .95 00 Col II D Capers 10 0i) Rev T C Weir, Agent 2,565 50 Private John Houston 10 00 —— Gen. Lee’s Confidence.—An exchange saygu Governor Smith, a few days ago, wrote to ask liis opinion of the situation, and to know what the Chief Magistrate of Virginia could do to strengthen his hands for the defence of Iter in dependence. Gen. Lee replied that, there was no occasion for alarm. He had defended Rich mond'successfully against greater odds than now threatened it—that, thanks to the patriot ism of the Virginia people and the energy of her Governor, he was strong enough to Isold his lines against Grant, and launch against Sher man a stronger army than that with which he fought the battle of Sharpsburg. ♦ The people of Virginia are represented as being in a glow of warlike enthusiasm, in pain ful contrast with the poverty of spirit further South. A writer says: The true men are awaking, and the sound of their voices is coming to see us from every section. If the despondent, the croaking, the whipped, will not help them, they must carry the patriotic burthen themselves. But they have at least the right to demand of the white men who are ready to become white slaves, that they will held their peace and throw no obstacle* in the path of duty and honor. ■ *»• Wheat Crop.—The Constitutionalist says: From personal knowledge, gleaned within the' past ten days, ws are pleased to say that the present prospect for a good wheat crop this year is decidedly more flattering than we were led to suppose from those whose object, it is to keep up the prices of brendstuffs Mr. Foster, of Alabama, has made a calcu lation that there were enough men in the Con federacy between the ages of eighteen and forty-five years to protect this Government against an enemy for' forty years to come. There were seven hundred thousand persons in the Confederacy eighteen and forty five years of age. Daily Bread. [Selections for Every Day in th* Weeh.~\ fRIDAT, MARCH 17. “Chriat it the end of the law for righteous ness to every one that believeth.”—R*m. x : 4. When fret grace awokt* me, by light from on high, When legal fears shook mt. I trembled to die, No refuge, no safety, in self could 1 see— Jehovah incarnate uij Saviour must be. God showed me 1 was lost, if I had not Christ,, because 1 had been a sinner : I saw that I wanted a perfect righteousness to present ms without fault before God, and this right eousness was nowhert to be found but in the person es Jesus Christ.— Bilnyan. SATURDAY, MARCH 18. ‘•Thou slia't, love the Lord thy Ged with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind ” —Matt, xxii: 37. O LoriC'we cast our care on thee— AYe triumph and adore ; Henceforth our great concern shall be, To love and please thee more. The love of God, that supremely glorious and supremely gracious Being, is, of all other tempers, tho most delightful and divine; a sacred flower which, in its early’ bud, i- happi ness, and in its full bloom, is heaven. To plant this noble principle in the breast—to cultivate its growth. and bring it to maturity—is the grand end of all religion, and the genuine fruit of faith unfeigned.— llcrvey. Sabbath, march 19. “All things work together for good to them that love God.”—Ron. viii: 28. U happy he whose hopes depend Upon the Lord alone.; The soul that trusts in such a friend Can ne'er be »\ei thrown. Though gourds should wither, cisterns break, And creature comforts die. No change his solid hope can shake, Or stop his sure supply. The work is on the wheel, and every move ment of the wheel is for your benefit. All the events that take place in the world carry on the same work—the glory of the Father and the salvation of his children. Every illness and infirmity that may seize you, every loss that you may meet witn, every reproach you may endure, every shame that inay color yoltr faces, every sorrow in your hearts, your every agony and pain, every aching in your bones, are for your good; every change in your con dition —your fair weather and your rough weather, your sunny and your cloudy weather, your ebbing and your flowing, your liberty and your imprisonment—all turn out for your good. The Lord is at work ; all creation is at work ; men and angels, friends and foes—all are busy, working together fur good to you.— tlowlands. MONDAY, MARCH 20. “ We would see Jesus.”— John xii : 21. O come, this wondrous one behold— The promised Saviour ; this is he, Whom ancient prophecies foretold, Born from our guilt to set us free. Oh 1 did we but know ourselves and our Saviour ! We are poor, but he is rich ; we are -dead, but he is lifo ; we are siti, but lie is righteousness; we are guiltine|s, but he is grace ; we are misery, but, he is mercy ; we are lost, but he is salvation. If we are willing, he never was otherwise. He ever lives, ever loves, ever pities, ever pleads. He loves and saves to the uttermost all that come unto him. Mason. TUESDAY, MARCH 21. “Hath not. God made foolish the wisdom of this world?”—1 Con. i : 20. Men this world's wisdom seek and gain ,• That wisdom which God calleth vain ; But, oh 1 are strangers still ; To that which makes our spirits wise, And sets before our waiting eyes What is our Saviour’s will. Some may be ready to envy the death of'the scholar. Ilis name ia announces! in the jour nals with, all his honors. Some masterly pen is immediately engaged to publish his life and his works. The marble perpetuates his name, and his bones are entombed by the side of poets amd philosophers. But the soul—wlierfe is this ? Alas ! he was great everywhere but in the sight of the Lord. He could speak every language but the language of Canaan. He knew everything but the one thing needful. But see that cottager, on yonder pallet of straw. He is dying fameless and unknown ; but he knows Christ Jesus the Lord, ami knows that, in him he has righteousness and strength. And the excellency of this knowledge raises him above the fear of death, refreshes his fainting spirit, opens a heaven in his heart, and brings angels near. Let me go and die with him ! Jay. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 22. “Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness ; and all these thyigs shall be added unto you.”—Matt, vi: 33. Poor, weak, and worthless though I am ; I have a rich almighty Friend— Jesus, the Saviour, is his name; He freely loves, and to the end. Get Christ, and get ail; want him, and want all. A man that catches at the shadow, loses the substance ; hut get tlie substance, and you get the shadow with it. So long as you look after other things beside Christ, you lose him; but if you get him, you get the shadow of ail— you get life, and peace, and comfort, and all that your hearts can desire. Be content to lose all to get him who is so precious, and who, when you have got, you shall be sure never to lose.— Nation. THURSDAY, MARCH ‘23. “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared lor them that love him.”— l Cor. ii; 9. High in yonder realms of light, Far above these lower skies, Fair and exqur-itely bright, Heaven s unfading mansions rise. Heaven is a place where all joy is enjoyed— mirth without sadness, light without, darkness, sweetness without bitterness, life without death, rest without, labor, plenty without poverty. O what joy entereth into a believer, when he enters into the glory of his Master! Who would not look for glory wit It the greatest pa tience? O what glories are there in glory! Thrones of glory, crowns of glory, vessels of glory ; a weight of glory, a kingdom of glory. Here Christ, puts grace upon his spouse ; but there he puts his glory upon his spouse. In heaven the crown is made for them, and in heaven the crown shall be worn by them. Dyer. A Forest Funeral. We had one long and weary, and somewhat unsuccessful, expedition last fall. We made our calculations to go through the whole hunt l ing district in the course of six days, and reach the river ten miles below our cabin on Saturday so that we might attend church there—or rath er hear preaching in a log school-house, from a clergyman, who once a month visited the small settlement. We worked hard during the week, and wi*were not sorry at dusk on Saturday to sit down in the comfortable frame house of Col. acres in that immediate vicinity. The school house in which services were to be, is beautiful ly situated in a grove of oaks, on a point around which the river bends and runs rapidly, with a lulling sound. Did you ever notice how dif ferent the voice is in passing different scenes ? Up in the gorge above it is wild,«and rages,.as if angry with the rocks it meets, and its voice is like the voice of a roused warrior. But here it goes slowly and sedately hy the little “oak school-house,” as it is called, and would scent to linger, as if loving the quiet, scene. It was nearly midnight of Saturday night that a messenger came to Colonel , re questing him to go to the cabin of a settler some three miles dbwn the river, and gee his daugh ter, a gi‘l of fourteen, who was supposed to be dying. Colonel —, awoke me and asked me to accompany him, and I consented, taking with me the small package of medicines, which I always carried in the forest. But I learned soon that there was no need of these, for her disease was past cure. Leaving the house, we descended to t he bank of the river, and stepped into a canoe that lay in an eddy, and seizing a pole, flattened at one end for a paddle, Colonel —, pushed the slight vessel out into the current, and we shot swiftly down. You may imagine the scene if you choose, as I lay iti the bottom, and he used now his pole and now his paddle, to guide the bark in the rapids. “She is a strange child,” said the Colonel; “her father is as strange a man. They live to gether alone on the bank of the river. They came here three years ago, and no one knows whence or why. He has money, and is a keen shot. The child has been wasting away for a year past. I have seen her often, and she seems gifted with a marvelous intellect. She speaks sometimes as if inspired; and she seems to be the only hope of her father.” We reached the hut of the settler in less than half an hour, and entered it reverently. The scene was one that cannot easily be for gotten. .There were books and evidences of lux ury and taste lying on the rude table in the centre. A guitar lay on a bench near the small window, and the bed furniture, on which the dying girl lay, was as soft as the covering of a dying queen. I was, of-course, startled, nev er having heard of these people before ; but. knowing it to be no uncommon thing for mis anthropes to go into the woods to live and die, I was content to ask no explanations, more es pecially as the death hour was evidently near. She was a fair child, with masses of long black hair lying eve* her pillow- Her eyes were dark and piercing, and as it met nine she started eiighly, but Mailed and I coked upward. 1 spoke a f«w vrerda te he;- father, and turning tocher asked her if she krew her condition. “ I know tliattr.y Redeemer livctli.” sa'd she in a voice frboso melody wns like the sweetest strain of an Eolism. Yon may imagine that the answer startled me, and with a few words of like import, I turned from her. A half hour passed, arid she spoke in that same deep, richly melodious voice: “Father, 1 am cold; lie down beside me”— and the old man lay down by his dying child, and she twined her emaciated aims as ound his neck, and murmured in a dreamy voice, “Dear father—dear father.” “My child,” said the old man, “does the flood seem deep to thee?” “Nay, father, for my soul is strong.” “Seest thou the farther shore?” “ I see it, father: and its banks are green with freshest verdure.” “ liearest thou the voices of its inhabitants ?” “Ihearthem, father; as the voices of angels, falling from afar iti the still and solemn night time; and they call me. Her voice too, father, —oh, 1 heard it then !” “ Does she speak to thee ?” “She does in tones most heavenly.” “ Dues she smile ?” “ An angel smile I —but a cold, calm smile. But I am cold—cold—cold!—Father, there’s a mist in the room. Yen’ll be lonely, lonely, lonely. Is this death, father?” “ It is death, my Mary.” “ Thank God 1” I stepped out into the night, and stood long and silently looking at the rushing river. The wife of a settler arrived soon after, and then the Colonel's excellent lady and her daughter, and wcleft the cabin. The Sabbath morning broke over the eastern hills before we reached the school-house again. But, never came Sabbath light so solemnly be fore. The giorn-ing service in the school-house I have not. room to describe now. As evening approached, a slow and sad pro cession came through the forest to the little school house. There with simple rites the good clergyman performed his duty,, and we went to the grave. It was in the enclosure where two of the Colonel ’s children lie—a lovely spot. The sun was setting as we entered the giove. Thp procession was short They wore hardly men and rough, in shooting jackets, and some with rifles on their shoulders. But their warm hearts gavo beauty to their unshav en faces, as they stood in reverent silence by the grave. The river murmured, and the birds sang, and so we buried her. I saw the sun go. down from the same spof, and the stars were bright before I left it—for I have always had an idea that a grave-yard was the nearest place to hoaven on this earth ; and with old Sir Thomas Browne, I love to see a church iri a grave-yard, for even as we pass through the place of graves to the temple of God on earth, so we must pass through 'the grave to’thc temple of God on high. Mr. Davis’ Message.—This document has been reproduced, in part, by nearly, all the Paris journals. According to the Constitulionnel, it furnishes proof that the determination of the Southern States is to resist to the last extremity. The Pays is convinced that tire “bold and manly accent by which it is pervaded denotes an invincible resolution.” The Patrie acknowledges that the complaints of the President, respecting the indifference shown by Europe, are natural, and considers his language to be “ very worthy, very firm, eminently wise, prudent and patriotic.” The Journal des Debate also considers Mr. Davis’s language to be “bold and manly, and betraying no sigu of discouragement or weari ness ; it thinks, however, that the resources of tho South are weakening, and interprets the message a* a desperate appeal to France and England. Tho North,” adds the Debats, “does not solicit the support of any one.” M. Dreolle, of the Patrie, has sharply refuted this false interpretation. Calvary run All.—There is no benefit where there is no partnership. If Christ, therefore, bled with his agony, with bis thorns, with Ms whips, with his nails, with his spears, in so many thousand passages as tradition is bold to define, and we never bleed, either with the agony of our sorrow for sin, or the thorns of our holy caves fqr displeasure, or the scourges of severe Christian rigor, or the Bails of holy constraint, or tho spear of deey rereevee, how do we, how can wo for shame, say. we are “crucified wish Christ?”— Joseph Hall. To Cuke Cams Its*.—Take a pound of fresh poke root, mash it, and boil a quarter of an hour with water ; add four pounds of lard, and stew till the fibre# of tho root feel dry—e., till all the wator is evaporated—then strain. Rub at. night on tho affected parts very thinly. Sure cure. —Charleston Mercury.