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VOLUME XIV.—NUMBER 656.
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WAR INCIDENTS.
Yew and Interesting Reminiscences of the
Late Woody Conflict
Staking Across me Biooav unasm.
June Distribution IWponed.
Owing to the scarcity of money in the coun
try the June Retribution has been postponed
till the 13th of October next.
The Old Canteen.
When night had fallen on the bloodly field
of Perry ville, after two day’s lighting, Capt.
C. W. Frazer, of the Fifth Confederate regi
ment, while lying exhausted upon the ground
in the midst of tko battle’s rack heard in the
darkness a moaning cry for water. He fol
lowed the Bound and came upon a soldier dy
ing of a frightful wound, lllood gushed from
his mouth as he gasped hiB plea for water.
The dead and wounded that lay about were of
both armies, indiscriminately mingled, and,
not knowing whether it was friend or foe,
Capt. Frazer gave to the soldier the last drop
of water that remained in his canteen. It re
vived the stricken man’s failing strength for a
moment, whereupon he besought Capt. Frazer
to take his name and that of bfs sisters, with
their address, that his Remains might be car
ried to them in Cincinnati, for he was a Fed
eral soldier and a member of the Tenth Ohio.
The captain found a scrap of paper, and though
unable to see in the darkness, succeeded in
making a legible scribble, which enabled him
to comply subsequently with the soldier’s re
quest, for soon he died. This pathetic inci
dent forms the basis of the following beauti
ful poem which appears in Harper's Weekly
for June 21:
‘Tis a treasure from ont the old cedar chest
That a brave wife sacredly keeps,
All bidden away ’neaih the ballet-plowed hat,
Where the tattered old gray coat sleeps ;
cal tale
well—
Of the clashing of steel, o! IBS Wraige ol deat h
Of the woe In the days that have been—
But a tenderer tale than the pale stars knew
Lies asleep with the Old Canteen.
Thebattle was done, and the II ish of the gans
Had ceased In the warm bloody rills, —•
And the night, like a pall of the dead, dropired
do»n
& Oi me grim fields ot Chaplain Bills. •
But the 11 ild was won. to the soldiers In gray,
And be lay !u the lines between—
And weary and thirsty, he measured the drops
That were left In the O.d Canteen.
There were dying and dead upon every side,
I, mil curses, and prayers breathed low
But thedarkuessconcealed, nor wonld not reveal,
The face ot a friend or a foe;
And he thought, as be lay by bis arms, of home,
Ot love, and Its tenderest scene,
And he pillowed his head with Its throbbing patn
Oa the breast ot the O.dU lateen.
Bat the chilling wind sighed, and a gurgling,
moan
Crept on through the darkening mist.
Aud the words of distress woke tne slumbering
heart
That the bright dream ot boms bad kissed.
Il« tenderly lifted the shattered yoang form.
With the veil ot the night between—
The heart ot a soldier beat earnest and true
Beneath the old battered Canteen.
A Irlend or toe? -ah. what mattered It then—
Union bine, or theC. S. A.?
With a piteous need In the jacket of blue.t
Humanity's heed In the gray.!
And the message was breathed to aistranger
heart.
In the ear ol the foe unseen—
And the q Uverlng lips fefi the cooling drip
Kiom tue depths of the O.d Canteen.
“Tell my sisters I died for mv conntry's cause,
That my end was a soldier’s end;
And tell them, O comrade”—a gasp and a pause—
”1 died In the arms ot a friend!”
Through the shlverlug mist, like the white rnsh-
llgbis,
The pale stars struggled between,
With the deep silence eielt by the gurgling sigh
That arose from the Old Canteen.
Ves, lay ltaway In the old cedar chost.
With Its tale of days that have been—
And light be the dreams, la unities ol peace,
That may rest on the Old Canteen 1
— Virginia Frazer Boyle.
•PenysUle. t Tenth Olio, t Fifth Confederate.
It is to be noted that this issue of Harper's
Week!]/ includes a supplement which presents
a double-page picture appropriate to Decora
tion day. and eloquently emphasizing that
spirit of ficial confraternity which was so well
exemplitied in the meeting of the Rich
mond G-ays and the Sew York soldiers
at Gen. Grant’s tomb on that day. This
picture shows Victory, with laurel branches
ex ended in each hand, standing at the wreath-
strewu base of a monument which bears the
figure of a Confederate and Federal soldier,
both wounded, but tbe former dying. The lat
ter, with one arm in a sling, is endeavoring to
raise the former. An “Old Canteen” lies up
on the ground. After reading Mrs. Boyle’s
poem the suggestion at once occurs that the
poem may have suggested the picture.
The Spring Campaign, 1862.
With the month of April, 1802, opened the
campaign in Virginia. The Washington red-
tape holders insisted that General McClellan’s
army should advance and light us wherever
found; so, carrying out his instructions, that
stragetic commander pushed forward from the
works around Washington and Alexandria in
quest of his game. Upon finding Centreville
and Manassas abandoned and the railroad
bridge over the Rappahannock destroyed, he
turned his attention to the transfer of his
army to the Peninsula. This fact becoming
known to the authorities ia Richmond, Gen
eral J. E. Johnston, commanding the army of
Northern Virginia, then in camp in the vicin
ity of Orange Court House, was directed to
move his forces thither and prepare to con
test the Federal’s sec rad grand onward maich
to Richmond.
The Siege at Yorktown.
The troops already on the Peninsula, under
General McGruder, numbered about 10,000,
and on the 4th of April, when the enemy ap
peared in their front, having over 100,000 men,
our position on the Warwick had been so
Btrongly fortified that it could not have been
carried by assault, and the Federal com
mander aud his army sat down in front of it—
determined to reduce it by regular approaches.
By the 20.h of the month, General John
ston's arrival with his army, had increased our
total strength to about 50,000, and they were
disposed of as follows: McGruder’s on the
right, Uongstreet’s the center, D. H. Hill’s the
left, aud Smith’s the reserve. Our men went
to work with a will, the fortifications were
strengthened and every precaution taken to
resist successfully an attack. The principal
occupation of our troops, excepting the work
ing parties, was to watch the operations of the
enemy and dodge hie many sheila that
inally thrown at ns. The
not lexcessire on our side dart’
4LAM0 SQUARE, COLORADO SPRINGS, COL.
The Foot Cavalry.
Stonewall Jackson and his Men—The
Memorable Valley Campaign.
In a recent issue the London Telegraph re
produces an interesting article relating to the
heroism of the immortal Stone wall Jackson
and his brave soldiers:
“In modern times no army ever made bet
ter use of its legs—not in retreat, but in con
tinuous attack—than the “foot-cavalry” of
Stonewall Jackson in 1801 and 1802. The
following description of the men by whose
aid Stonewall Jackson drove three Federal ar
mies, under Generals Shields, Fremont and
B inks—each of them stronger numerically and
infinitely better armed and found than his
own—out of the Valley
was written froi
quarters^*, an I
Col. William Price.
An Interesting Letter from one of ELis
Far Away Descendents.
Editor Sunni' South: A few days ago we
accidentally came upon the Sunnt South of
May 20, lbSS. It contained an account of the
life and a few of the letters of Colonel William
Trice.
He was my grandfather. My father was Eb-
enezer Trice one of the ‘‘Pioneers of Missouri**
—came out ia 1825.
The paper came to light on tbe day of the
family reunion of our family and was read
with much interest. My father bad the sword
carried by Grandfather William in the Rev
olution and also by Uncle James Trice in the
War of 1812 A comrade bringing it all the
way to Kentucky to my father.
My sou, E. L. Wilhite, made some patriotic
speeches when a little fellow, aud my fat lie :
said he was worthy of his gnudsirt'^ hisiori-
cal sword; and it is now in his poss o ssion at
my home. Tardon me for consuming your
time in telling this, bat some of bis southern
dotc^adenu may be int rested in hearing.
I. has qiite a history through the late war,
iuOst*ik uie time,"horrible.
McClellan was erecting y-
heavy Parrot guns and mortri
batter down our works and drive ns from tbe
cover of onr defekees, which he no doubt
would have accomplished if wo bad remained
there long enough. General Johnston learn
ing that the Federal batteries wonld be ready
for the bombardment on the 4th of May, very
wisely withdrew hie troops on the 31, and re
tired towards It chmond. The following
morning the Federale took quiet possession of
the abandoned works and immediately began
a rapid pursuit of our retreating columns. Our
rear was guarded by Longstreet’s division—a
band of as bold spirits aud brave hearts as
could bo gathered in an army.
Desperate: Fighting.
The rear division reached Williamsburg, one
of the quaint old towns of ye olden time,
early on the morning of the 4th, after a very
severe night-march over roads in a truly de
plorable condition from recent heavy rains.
After taking a rest, indispensibie after the ex
ertion of the night’s wading through mud and
mire, the enemy’s advance having been re
ported near, the men were ordered under arms,
and in the afternoon]were deployed in line of
battle, between the town and the approaching
foe, ready to oppose any further, forward move
ment. The division of I). H. Hill was ordered
to the rear to support Longstreet. The artil
lery had been placed in the most advantageous
positions, and thus ready for the fray the army
spent the night, the men sleeping upon their
arms.
When the Federais, on the morning of the
5:b, came in eight, our batteries opened upon
them. Tbe early part of the day was occupied
in skirmishing, until about 10 o’clock, when
our infantry moved forward to the cocfl’ct and
engaged the Federais in a most desperate en
counter, which lasted throughout the day. It
was one of those obstinate, bloody contests
that sometimes horrify the reader of the an
nals of war; the rain poured incessantly the
day through, and both armies fonght stub
bornly; gradually but surely we gained; it was
a field on which the blood of many a brave
heart fiowed freely, for the troops on both sides
stood up to tho work with irreproachable valor.
Officers and men were brave, active and ener
getic in the discharge of their duties. Many
instances of distinguished ccnrage happened on
the Confederate side, and cases of men with
painful wounds, refusing to leave the field,
were noted by their commanders.
Tne Federais were driven at ever point, bnt
it was a slow drive, and by night only a few
miles of country had been fought over. Onr
army occupied the field tbe entire night and
were not disturbed; th9 object of the battle, the
safety of General Johnston’s long train of wag
ons, having been gained, the field was aban
doned early the following morning, and the
slow march towards Richmond resumed.
Mary of the severely wounded—those una
ble to bear the dreadful rack of an army wagon
over rugged roads—were left in Williamsburgh
and fell into the hands of the enemy. For
three long, weary days the toilsome tramp,
tramp, tramp was continued, a march une-
qaaied, for real downright hardships, by any
during the war.
Tne enemy hugged close on our rear, bnt the
hard knocks received on the 5 b, made him
careful of his movements and kept him at a
respecifnl distance—the fangs of the ’bull dog
warrior,’ Longstreet, had cat too deep.
On the 9.h, we reached a point n°ar Long
Bridge and went into camp The Southern
army had gathered around the “City of Seven
Hills” for its defence; the hilis and fields be
tween the outer works and the lazy, snake-like
Cnickahominy river, were occupied for camp
ing grounds. The Feierals had reached the
end of their tether, and lay along the tanks of
said river, basking in the snnsh ne of expect
ancy, their battle-flags planted and their tents
spread, while in front of them, the eagle eye of
our astute Commander was watching every
movement, with a full purpose of swooping
down on them at the first opportunity.
Swift.
J ohn F. Cook, iate collector of taxes for
the District of Columbia, is one of the richest
colored men in Washington. II3 held his
office with a salary of $4,000 for seventeen
years, and he saved money and bought real
estate. He is thought to be worth at least
$100,000 He lives in a small frame house on
the corner of a fashionable street, for which
he has refused $25,000. Mr. Cook is a large,
well built mulatto, with straight hair, mus
tache and side whiskers.
in 1861,
head-
Otwas
aooompaJCied oy
ley:
“As vi adva
crowded by the
loughed soldiers. Such gaunt, waD, bony,
fimished skeletons, many of them shoeless and
hatlees, almost all in rags, the flame of life
burnt down to the eccket, the eyes deep sunk
en and luatreless, the hair matted aud tangled
like a wild beast’s, it had never been my fort
une to encounter before on earth. Suffering,
hungry, thirsty, and reduced a3 the poor fel
lows were, not one faint-hearted, t mid or com
plaining word issued from their lips.”
“With men of this stamp Stonewall Jackson
held the Valley of Virginia securely month af
ter month, against armies collectively out
numbering hie in the ratio of four or five to
one, and with them he marched over moun
tains and across rivers, by night and by day,
until no Federal General lay down to sleep
without a misgiving that, when to-morrow’s
dawn broke, Stonewall Jackson might burst
on his flank or centre, and strike panic into
the hearts of the inveders of Virginia. Wi.h
them Stonewall Jackson descended with aston
ishing rapidity from the Blue Ridge and joined
Gen. Lae before the seven days of battle
around Richmond, in 1802, which ended in
the total discomfiture of Gan. McClellan.
“How, it will be asked, were Stonewall
Jackson’s ‘foot-cavalry’ eqaiped? Not in the
same inhnner as the English Infantry, which,
on Jane 17, 1775 attacked the raw American
levies posted on Banker’s Hill, near Boston,
and carriod their works with tremendous loss
to the assailants, who, accord n; to Mr. Cha 1 :a
Ross, the biographer of Lord Cornwallis,
‘moved to the attack in heavy marching order,
with three day’s provisions in their knapsacks,
and carried altogether a weight of 135 pounds.
Banker’s Hill was fonght oa a fearfully hot
day—the climax of torrid summe r of Amer
ica—and the British regulars of those days
wore the leather strap or neckcloth which, even
in the temperate climate of England, noons
would now regard otherwise than as an instru
ment of torture Very different was the equip;
mentof S.onewali Jackson’s men. A loose
jacket, a soft aud umbrageous felt hat, a mus
ket, 70 or 80 rounds of ball cartridge, a blanket
rolled up and slung diagonally over the shoul
der and a tin water bottle—such was the pre
paration for battle, for skirmishing, for climb
ing mountains and fording rivers, with which
the Virginians, Marylanders, TetmeBseeians
and Louisianians, who constituted Stonewall
Jackson’s command at that period, achieved
wonders to which few parallels can be found
in the history of wsrj.”
[Here it may be correctly stated, says the
Baltimorean, that the Stonewall Brigade was
compos.d ot Virginians from the Suenandoah
Valley, and who alone fought the battle of
Kernstown against tremendous odds, the Un
ion army being commanded by Gen. Shields.
Soon after that fight, Gen. Jackson was rein
forced by Gen. E y’s Brigade, (which com
prised the Tenth Virginia, First Maryland and
Third Tennessee Regiments,) aLd also Gen,
Hayes’ Brigade of Louisianians. With these
soldiers Stonewall Jackson, like a cyc’one,
drove the enemy out of the Virginia Shenan
doah Valley. One of the most ex citing events
of tie campaign occurred on a Sunday morn
ing, when Jackson routed Banks at Winches-
t»r,’ Va. Stonewall pursued Banks down the
Vsiley pike, until near Winchester, where the
Union troops rallied and formed a line of bat
tle npon the hills and across the pike. The
gun rose brilliant on that S ibbath morn, aud
Gen. Jackson sat upon a sorrel horse at Hol
lingsworth Mill, waiting for bis troops te com
plete the line. Scon tbesignalgnn was heard,
and the “foot-cavalry” bounded forth like
wild men, the Rebel yell reverberating for
miles around. Gen. B inks was drivon from
bis last position, ar.d the Federais fled through
Winchester, with Jackson’s troops close after
them. Tte old men, women and children
were so happy when tne Confederates entered
the town, that they wept, and cheered the
Boys in Gray, who continued pursuit of the
enemy with renewed effort ]
DP PIKE’S PEAK.
The Unending Wonders of the
Grand Old Rockies.
In the Frowning; Shadow of Gog and
Magog—The Enchanting “Laugh
ing Water”—Nature’s Dia
mond Upholstery.
Number Twenty-Three.
Editor Sunny Socth: “How very quickly
we forget the hurting past of rials and diffi
culties we have encountered!" So muse I as I
find myself this second time 0.if my way np tbe
historic peak named above, when it was only
snnlight is ponred in rich profusion npon the
scene. At the Cascade Falls (the “Trail
House” is hard by) we have nearly a repeti
tion of tbe ecene we have just attempted to de
scribe. Here we lunch and spend about one
and a half hours. The house here ie some
times improperly called the “Half-way House,”
bnt my dear reader, do not imagine that even
one-fourth of the work necessary to reach the
tip-top is done when yon reach this spot.
Again we move forward, but when we hav6
advanced only about one mile, and while
we are wending amid grove of aspen with their
golden tinted leaves, a clond settles down up
on the mountain, and the snow begins to fall.
Bnt a September snow is novel as well beauti
ful so we press cheerfully one. Just before
we reach the timber line the snn suddenly
bursts through a rift in the clouds, and for a
few minutes stretches ont on the hills and the
the antnmnal tinted forests below the loveliest
rainbow (snow-bow more properly) that our
eyes ever beheld. But soon the clouds shat in
and dqwn and the fall of “the beantiful” in
crease^ and the ^.crease o'y^ha cold
,le above three years ago while going along
ed to come nearer dy- creases- and the^perea
•U10 cave such a and then only to kUYaome exciting Sfftt'pain-
t.hia ^ the the beatries press upon this writer’s mind.
it 4s. iV-Ae
bis picturesque trail with all its wild loveli
ness, the great peak in its silent grandeur, and
the wide-reaching and sonl-inspiring views
that the ascent gives.
At 8 o’clock this morning we left Colorado
Springs and in a carriage reached Maniton, five
miles on the way, at about nine. Oar party is
composed of R9V. and Mrs. S R. Belk, origiu-
ally (as the “worser” half delights to tell) from
North Carolina, but more recently from Pue
blo, Colorado, myself, and the faithful
broncho which carries Mrs. Belk. From Man
iton the climb is fourteen mile3. B. is enthu
siastic enough now; indeed, his boasts are
rather loud; bnt it may be that his enthusiasm
AU^ere three years ago that a fierce moun
tain lion made a dash at me and my fellow
traveller, bat was frightened away, rather
made to desist, by the bold front we presented.
We immediately took an inventory of our
means of defense and found they consisted in
a small pocket-knife and a couple of tooth
picks. Bat wor»9 than mountain lions was
the cold lnnch we ate, mixing in an almost fa
tal quantity of the ice cold water just from the
snows. A half-hour after that unfortunate
eating and drinking this deponent was almost
a helpless invalid, requiring four hoars to
make the remaining three miles. Were yon
ever sea sick? Wei 1 ; then add heart disease.
This time we see no mountain lion, and we
are wise enough to let lunch alone, and to be
frozen Englishman at the stable in the act of
unsaddling his burros. B., mistaking the
Englishman for the man whose business it was
to look after the safety of other people, and
being now fully alarmed for Mrs. B., cried out
to the Englishman, “We have a lady here
freezing to death, what shall we do?” “Take
her ont there to the signal station,” cried the
Englishman. ’‘Where?” called B. ‘‘That
way,” shonted the Englishman, pointing in the
direction of the station, and emphasizing with
gome words not suitable to go into a Sunday
school lecture. Then, still tugging at the
gathered-up wraps, I called ont, “Help Mrs.
B. down and let her come with me, I know the
way.” Still the dialogue between B. and the
Englishman raged, the latter increasing the
number of his emphasizing words. The bron
cho, indifferent to the battle of words, bnt
wishing to escape the storm whose fury was
now indescribable, pressed on with his burden,
going right into the stable, nearly dislodging
Mrs. B., who bad presence of mind to bend
down just in time to save herself. Finally she
was lilted to the ground; bnt the storm was so
furious that she was blown down before I
could reach her. With my assistance she
arose and was soon lodged safely in the United
States Signal Station. B. soon came in, about
dead, as he expressed it; bnt he soon demon
strated that if he was a corpse he was as hungry
a corpse as had been on that mountain top.
He found leisnre ere long to repent ot having
eaten so heartily. (I wonder if he is fond of
canned beef now?) Soon we were warm
enough, sure. Tbe change from enow-ladened
air at temperature of about 15 degrees below
freezing, to an overheated, unventilated house
was severe enough to make any one sick.
Presently the sun, now almost on a level
with the mountain’s top, burst through the
clouds and gave us such a scene as our eyes
had never before gazed upon. Ten thousand
snow crystal covering the mountain top and
filling the air, seemed suddenly to be trans
formed into so many scintillating diamond"
Far below us were clouds of snowy whiteness
and snowy softness, rolling in glorious waves
into the dark canyons and around the neigh
boring peaks. There clouds seemed one vast
rolling sea of gladness. Could this scene with
one-half its touches of beauty and glory be
spread upon canvass the fortune of its owner
wonld be a certainty. It is stamped upon my
memory’s tablet, bnt I cannot show it to you
try earnestly as I may. Nature now and then
gives us a picture whose glory almoBt defies
art’s power of even a faint imitation. This
was one of that kind. The scene was too g.o-
rious to linger long. Soon the rolling clouds
leapt to the mountain’s top again, but the
memory of that scene shall ever linger with
me.
Now that darkness has come over the moun
tain’s top, and we are ranged around this great
stove, in a room with walls of three feet thick
ness, let us look around and see who composes
our little company. Of our party of three you
have already heard—of the Englishman too.
Well there are only three others, two daugh
ters of the Englishman and the occupant of
the signal station. I may add several tame
chipmunks and mountain mice. All seem to
feel quite at home, and if yon would undertake
to write as I am trying to do, yon would think
all were ' ■ ‘
and seven grand children respectably. From
this instance, reader, be encouraged to dili
gence in thy calling, and distrust not Provi
dence. He was a pious and prudent man; she
a discreet and virtnous woman. Their young
est son in filial regard to their memory plaeeo
this stone.”
Your interesting notice ol Sergeant Jasper’s
ancestors and sketch of Frank and Jesse
James, published in the “Sunny South,” of
Atlanta, was sent to me by Capt. James Pren
tice, a former citizen of Boston. He is a prin
ter and lives in Georgia. Let me know how
many students are in the Bible college.
Truly your friend,
Isaac W. F. Holmes,
Nineteen colored men of Baltimore are S3id
to oe worth $800,000. The wealthiest is Jo a.
Thompson, who is a boss stevedore. Jas. L.
Bradford, a green-grocer, is worth $50,000.
The milling industry of this country is said
to rank next to that of iron. The number of
mills is over 45,000, affordirg employment to
over 00,000 men, whose annual wages are over
$20,000 000, and turning cut yearly kb tut 00,-
100,000 barrels cf ii >ur, of which 4.000,000 are
exported to foreign counirii a.
THE BOYAL GOBGE.
and his legs (the 200 pound demand made on
hie legs is fearfu’) may be exhausted ere he
stands on the tip-top and yells, “Excelsior!'’
We will see. U j through the glorious E igle-
tuan canon, under the shadov# of * G >g” and
“Magog,” wa have come; and here we sis at
the Sheltered Falls, whose waters as we stand
on the rustic bridge below, seem to issne from
within the great mountain. In agas long gone
these great bouiders which now rest in this
canyor, and underneath which the stream has
worn a passage, tumbled down from the frown
ing cliffs which tower on either side. An np
ward toil of a short distance from this point
brings ne to the Minnehaha Fails. B. and
wife have gone on, but I mast linger before
this scene which, for w Id, dashing loveliness,
can hardly be equaled even in these grand old
Rockies. (I have tried and tried to get an en
graving of these fa'Ur, bnt the Fates seem
against me). They are properly named Min
nehaha—“Laughing Water.” Here wo seem
shut in. On ail sides the mountains rise.
S imetimes they go Dp with a suddtn leap of
thousands of feet, culminating in c’.iffs that
seem to touch 'die sky; sometimes they go up
in steep slopes on which there is soil that sup
ports flourishing and dense groves of pines
with enough of the Aspen with its rich, now
autumnal foliage, to make the picture ptrfeci.
Here is just such a mingling of the grand and
beautiful as we can hardly find anywhere on
this or any other con inent. The sparkling
and ip'a'hing waterfalls, the towering cliffs,
and waving fores:; and just now the glorious
satisfied with jnst one little sip of the water.
Bat the snow is doing its part. It begins to
accumulate in die trail and to freeze to onr
clothing. Tne strength and enthusiasm of onr
enthusiastic Rev. Mr. B. who had talked of
ascending the peak as if it required no more
than a fifteen minutes walk—a delightful fif
teen minutes walk—begin to wane. There is
a solemn halting in hiB step and a deathly pale
ness upon bis brow. A weak trembling voice
calls out, ‘ Kity I want to ride some.” A short
distance in the saddle somewhat restores him.
The fury cf the storm increases and soon com
plaints cf the cold are heard coming out from
that mighty mass of wraps swaying to and fro
on the broncho. As tbe cold of the rider and
the fatigue of the waiker (B) were growing
alarming, a change for a short space was sug
gested. B. was eager to act on the suggestion,
though he w»s so far gone that he seemed al
most unconscious of what he was doiag. This
last ride put him well up toward the tip-top,
bnt not without a protest from the other who
was too much encumbered to walk far. When
Mra. B was again in the saddle the storm’s
fury was so great that it swept off most of her
wraps, and she soon began to complain that
she wa3 freizng. A cry from the one now
toiling under tne burden of wraps that he did
not need, “We are nearly there,” brought back
spirit to his despairing companions, and we
soon rescued the stoce stable which is within
about seventy-five yards of the signal station
house. There we had a scene both serious and
ridicnlour. There was a sturdy but almost
mightiest ,
unanimous that tne fish and hunting stories
mast measure in proportion to our present at
titude, and some of them, as a C binaman would
express it, were “away big high up.”
I have had sweeter dreams than hovered
around my conch last night, but we are not
thinking of dreams now, but watching the ris
ing bud. Before 5 a. m. the eastern sky, right
down at the horizon began to redden, and for
more than an hoar the golden touches contin
ued to expand until they have spread over
earth and sky; bnt look! the sun suddenly
leaps above the horizon as if throat ont of some
great cavern of earth. The effect ia grand, bnt
no pen can describe it.
Oar English friend proved to be a fine pho
tographer, and has produced a fine picture of
tbe signal station with as good as could be ex
pected of onr party occupying the foreground.
Bnt this letter is long enough, and we have
not viewed the surrounding mountain’s nor
told of our descent from that lofty perch.
Colorado Springs, Col. P. L. Stauton.
Major Paul Revere.
Pleasant Beminiscences of Some of
his Cotemporaries.
We are placed under obligations to our patri
otic and much valued correspondent, Mr.
Samuel M. Duncan, Nicholasville, Ivy., for
the subjoined letter abont one of the most no
ted characters connected with our struggle for
independence—Paul Revere—and containing
interesting matter concerning other more dis
tinguished patriots.
Boston Mass. , May 18, ’88.
Mr. S. M. Duncan, Nicholasville Ivy.,
Dear Friend: Yours of the 4th instant was
received a few days since. In answer to your
inquiry about Major Paul Revere, of Revolu
tionary fame, I have to inform you that he
was buried in the noted Granary grave yard,
celebrated for containing the ashes of more
eminent men than any other burial place in
New England.
Paul Revere was bom in BistonJin. 4,
1734, died May 8,1818. Longfellow's beautiful
poem immortalizing the chivalrous midnight
ride of this patriotic Bostonian leads many to
think P»ul Revere was an imaginary and not a
real character. On Washington street can be
seen the old house with the sign, “Paul Re
vere, Goldsmith.” In his day he was the lead
ing man of Boeton. At the outbreaking of the
Revolutionary war he was one of the four en
gravers on copper in America. The provinc al
congress of Massachusetts ordered him to print
its first paper money, which he-did from plates
he himself made. He set up the first powder
mill in the New England colonies. He headed
that masquerade procession in 1773 that de
stroyed the t>a in Boston harbor. He rowed
over Charles river on that memorable April
midnight under fire of the English musketry,
eprang into the saddle and made twenty miles
of the most daring ride record in those days.
He served with consummate skill and bravery
daring the seven years war that followed, and
on the establishment of peace he opened a
foundry for the manufacture of cannons and
church tells. He died as before stated, in
1818, aged 82, revered by the city that gave
him birth, and nation that he so often imper
iled his life te save in the Union army. Ma
jor Revere, of the 30.h Massachusetts regi
ment, was severely wounded at Antietam, and
Col. Fletcher Webster, only son of Daniel
Webster, was killed in charging a regiment of
South Carolinians under Brigadier Gen.
Maxey Gregg.
I wish it was in your power to be with me
teMlay in Boston. I could show you many
places of historic interest. The graves of tbe
Winthrops are of great historic interest to
every student of American history. Not far
from the tomb of Paul R >vere ie the grave of
Abiah Folger, mother of Benjamin Franklin,
the philosopher. The monument erected to
the memory of his father and mother is mnen
the largest in the Granary grave yard. Tne
inscription is the embodiment of so much
merit that I kno* a man of yonr historic taste
will be pleased is reading and patting in your
“scrap book” such a beautiful tribute written
bv soch an extraordinary man is Benjamin
Franklin:
INSCRIPTION.
Josiah Franklin and Aoiah, bis wifr, lie
here interred. They lived lovingly together in
wedlock 55 years, and without an estate or
any gainful employment, by constant labor
and honest industry, maintained a large family
comfortably, acd brought np thirteen children
I I 1 Mil III
American Life Under Eigh
teen _Presidents.
Prominent Statesmen and Brilliant
Belles—Fashionable Styles, Enter
tainments, Anecdotes, Etc.
NUMBER TWENTY-NINE.
The First Levee.
On the 29th of May, Mrs. Washington held
her first levee; and they were continued every
Friday evening from eight to ten o'clock. The
receptions were marked by little ostentation
or restraint, and were attended by all that was
fashionable, elegant or refined in society; bnt
they were select and courtly. Mrs. Washing-,
ton was careful to exact proper courtesies in
her drawing room. None were admitted to the
levees bnt those entitled by official station, es
tablished merit or suitable introductions—and
foil dress was required of all. A drawing
room sufficiently taipacions in tho President’s
house, was plainly furnished; some pioturos
and ornaments and the family plate had been
brought from Mount Vernon.
The state coach was the finest in New York:
cream-colored and ornamented with Cupid’s
supporting festoons, with bordering of flowers
around the panels. It was usually drawn by
four horses; bnt always by six when it con
veyed the President to Federal Hall.
At his own official receptions, Washington
greeted his visitors with a bow without shak
ing hands. He wore a black velvet suit, with
a white vest and yellow gloves, brooches, sil
ver knee and shoe buckles, and a long steel-
bilted sword—a cocked hat in bis hand. At
his wife’s levees he had neither hat nor sword,
and conversed without restraint as a private
gentleman.
Mrs. Washington was about fifty-seven years
of age when she opened the “Republican
Court;” and she retained much of the grace of
her earliear years.
Some of the Ladies.
Several families who had held in the prov
ince a sort of baronial supremacy, were now
eminent in the public service or in private so
ciety. Socially, however, there was less eie-
the then National Capital, were the following,
many off whom will be recognized as bearing
the most eminently distinguished names of
that period of onr history: Mrs. Robert Mor
ris, Mrs. Robert R. Livingston, Mrs. Ellridge
Gerry, Mrs. Livingston, of Clermont, Mrs.
Hfenry Knox, Lady Kitty Daer, Lady Mary
Watts, Madame De La Forrest, Mrs. John
Landon, Mrs. Tristans Dalton, the MiBses Liv
ingston, and Misses Bayard, Mrs. Thompson,
Mrs. McComb, and many others. The wife of
Robert Morris, the great financier, usually at
Mrs. Washington’s right hand at her dining
rooms; Mr. Morris occupying that post at her
dinners.
Mrs. Knox, wife of the distinguished Secre
tary of War, was regarded as a remarkable
character of the time—she and her hnsband
were said to be “the largest couple in the eity.”
The brilliant conversation and unfailing good
bomor of General Knox brightened every cir
cle, while Mrs. Knox was an acknowledged
leader of society. In fact, her approval and
co-operation were regarded as indispensable in
the drawing-room and the ball-room.
Another lady of rare accomplishments and
attractiveness was Mrs. Izzard, of South Caro
lina, who was abont the same age as Mrs. Ad
ams. Her French descent, her ma riage with
a gentleman of nnnsnal accomplishments and
and large fortune and her previous associa
tion with the most brilliant society in LondoD,
Faria and Florence, fitted her to sustain her
part with distinguished effect, while her beau
ty and wit secured for her universal admira
tion.
The Misses White, daughters of Mr. Henry
White, was conspicuous in society though of a
loyalist family. Madame White was a lady of
large wealth, and had many carious and inter
esting recollections of New York. An elderiv
gentleman who during the winter of 1789-90
went one evening to a party at the house of
Mr. White, spoke rapturously of the young
ladies—“so gay and fashionable, so charming
in conversation, with such elegant figures.”
This gentleman reports that he went on this
occasion with Sir John Temple and Henry
Ransom, and that he was dressed in a “light
bine French coat with a high collar, broad lap-
pels and large gilt bnttoDs, a dond’e-breasted
Marseilles vest, nankeen colored cassimere
breeches, with white silk stockings, shining
pumps, and fall ruffles on my breast and at my
wrists, together with a ponderous white cravat
with a pnddiDg in it, (as we then called it);
and I was considered the best-dressed gentle
man in the room. I remember to have waltzed
a minuet with much grace, with my very en
tertaining friend, Mrs. Verplanck, who was
dressed in hoops and petticoats. I caught cold
that night from drinking hot port wine negns,
and riding borne in a Sedan chair with one of
the glasses broken."
Under the Two Flags.
1862, and 1867—A Confederate Offi
cer's Burial Then, and Bow.
Editor Sunny South: Recently Confeder
ate Veterans, together with United States
soldiers participated in the burial of an Ex-
Confederate officer; General Loring, of Florida.
His dead body lay “under the two flags;” one
fnrled amid the folds of the other. Tbe one
amid the folds, was the old Confederate flag
of the Second Florida Regiment. Before it
was fnrled forever, the death and burial of Co
lonel Ward of that regiment took place.
He also lay dead “under the two flags;” but
their folds did not tonch, both sets of soldiers
stood around his bier; but not side by aide
At Williamsburg, when the battle waned.
Colonel Ward was numbered with the slain.
Capt. Call, Lieut. Fleming, Brandt, Floyd
DeCottes and Cooper, volunteered their ser
vices and went forward under fire to get the
body, for interment; they were unable to ac
complish their purpose; after night fall, how
ever, the dead Colonel was brought into camp,
but there was no time then, to burj him there,
at the dead of night, for the army was moving.
On bis breast was placed a card which gave his
name and rank; and so, sadly, they left him.
The morrow dawned; far from the home that
he loved, lay the dead Florida hero; the other •
flag waved above him; the other soldiers gath
ered about his bier; they bore him to the tomb.
The burial of 1862, was in order with tne
circumstances of those times, this one of re
cent date, in accord with the spirit of an ad
vancing civilization.
Sc it is the spirit of the age now inflnenoes
those who wear the bine and those who were
tbe gray, to join in memorial ceremonies. They
twine wreatnes for each other's dead; remem
bering only the heroism of those in whose
graves they are to be placed. J.